#jayce said bicep day

[heyitsnaardi]

it's too early to be provoking this way ffs

part 2??

[bumblesimagines]

can we be more exclusive?

i'm not interested in them, i promise.

- Jayce

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: None!

Despite his title as the creator of Hextech and Mel's unofficial mentoring in the world of socialites and politics, Jayce never managed to brush away the awkwardness that settled on his bones each time he was ushered to attend a party with Piltover's most influential figures and houses. He still felt vastly out of place, even when those around him patted his shoulder or sang his praises for putting Piltover on the map with Hextech. 

He clutched a fancy cup in one hand and the bronze railing in the other, his eyes gliding over faces he'd grown familiar with over the years. Part of him yearned for Viktor's calming presence, for one of his quips or jokes to take the edge off, but Viktor had declined the invitation in favor of working on some calculations he deemed important. If only Jayce had the guts to say no to Mel but between her convincing words and his never-ending desire to prove himself, he only managed to secure a spot in the party. 

A familiar laugh caught his attention, his body naturally perking up at the sound of it and eyes immediately searching for the source. (Y/N) stood amongst a few socialites, his smile ever radiant and allowing Jayce's body to relax despite the distance between them. He watched (Y/N) mingle effortlessly with others, his jokes landing perfectly and laughter sounding genuine enough for Jayce to wonder if the jokes were actually humorous.

His stomach twisted when Salo's hand landed on (Y/N)'s forearm, his shoulders shaking with laughter from something (Y/N) said. They weren't together, Jayce knew that perfectly well. (Y/N) had been one of the very few on the Council to vote in his favor after the incident in his workshop and, similarly to Mel and Viktor, helped him adjust to the changes in his life. It'd only been after one particularly good day that'd fueled Jayce's confidence enough to kiss him but they were hardly together. (Y/N) was a busy man, as was he, and it was naturally expected of him to join his house with someone like Mel or Salo. 

His staring was noticed and with one swift dip of his head, (Y/N) parted from the small group and approached him, his plastered smile shifting into a tired one. Jayce winced sympathetically, finishing the rest of his champagne and setting it aside. His arms itched to encircle (Y/N) in an embrace, to melt into him and allow his worries to be soothed away, but they were in public and the last thing they needed was gossip spreading. 

"You can leave if you're tired, you know. No one will dare object to our precious golden boy's wants." (Y/N) reminded him with crinkled eyes, his hand coming to rest over Jayce's bicep and squeezing lightly. The touch, though meant to be comforting, sent a chill down his spine that he prayed hadn't been noticeable.

"I promised Mel," Jayce told him, glancing around for the woman in question and finding her speaking with Cassandra and Tobias Kiramman. She only wanted what was best for him, he supposed. She'd been raised to be politically savvy, he'd simply gotten lucky. "How was your chat with Salo? Seems like you were having.. fun."

(Y/N)'s brows furrowed and his head cocked slightly to the side, an action Jayce had grown to adore. "Jayce... I'm not interested in him, I promise. I'd rather throw myself off this balcony." He scoffed softly and glanced over his shoulder to ensure his words hadn't been within earshot of the councilor.

A laugh bubbled up in Jayce's throat, warmth spreading through his body. His finger twitched, half-tempted to reach out and touch him in some way but despite his attempts, he never managed to act causally around him. Something about him always made him stumble over his words or yearn for his approval. The thought of making him uncomfortable and losing him plagued Jayce's mind.

"Jayce," (Y/N) murmured his name so sweetly he never went weak at the knees. His hand trailed downward until his fingers wrapped around Jayce's wrist, eyes briefly gazing over the long expanse of Piltover before turning back to him. "I've been meaning to ask you something." 

"What is it?" Jayce straightened up, ignoring the way his skin tingled at the contact. 

"Can we be more exclusive?" 

For a moment, it felt as if the world around him had stopped in time and all he could focus on was (Y/N); the color of his eyes, the sheepish smile spread across the lips Jayce loved kissing, the hopeful way he gazed at him. Jayce's heart hammered in his chest, words forming and dying on his tongue as his mind repeated the uttered words over and over and over. (Y/N) wanted him. Not some uptight know-it-all with generational wealth but him. 

Jayce surged forward, nearly knocking the champagne glass out of (Y/N)'s other hand when he wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him as close as possible. He captured (Y/N)'s lips in an instant, heart swelling with delight at the feeling of (Y/N) reciprocating it after releasing a muffled chuckle. He only parted with him for air, and to savor the fury on Salo's face before he delicately cupped (Y/N)'s face. 

"Yes."

[kirbmey]

— teacher!jayce headcanons ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

synopsis: where jayce becomes a teacher after the arcane exploded and you play around with his head <3

tw: not canon, jayce (and viktor obviously) live after the arcane explosion, he’s 32 and reader is 20, inspired by lana del rey idk if that makes sense, suggestive, power abuse if you squint, trauma mentions, etc.

teacher!jayce who you met in your first class of rune knowledge, finding his broad shoulders and tall frame attractive since minute one.

teacher!jayce who never bothered to cut his hair or even shave after the incident, too busy studying ways to understand what happened that day.

teacher!jayce who happens to be very messy when it comes to anything. his desk is covered in exams and projects ready to correct, coffee stains on the table.

teacher!jayce who gives you back your hextech project with one of said stains, giving you an apologetic look, almost resembling a stray puppy.

⠀ ⠀ 　　　“that’s okay, professor, don’t you worry.” you reassured the man with a manicured hand covering his shoulder, giving him a little squeeze that he ended up noticing.

⠀ ⠀ 　　　“you did an excellent job with this one, i’m proud of you.” he answered with a tender voice, smiling wide enough to see the gap between his teeth.

teacher!jayce who you’ve heard never been the same ever since the incident. he used to be always excited, bright as the sun itself, lighting up every room he stepped in. the man of progress, the golden boy.

teacher!jayce who’s a lot more mature now, more muted but still a warm presence. people attach this to some traumas he might’ve developed in the past.

teacher!jayce who’s not oblivious on how you manage to wear the stoic academy uniform in the cutest way possible, having it sewed so the skirt is way shorter and the shirt way tighter.

teacher!jayce who’s just a man, at the end of the day.

teacher!jayce who gives you an special treatment; you’re his favorite, teacher’s pet, and he’s not really good at hiding it.

⠀ ⠀ 　　　“but it’s pouring outside! can’t you just make an exception, professor?” a classmate yelled from the back of the room, you rolled your eyes at his tone.

⠀ ⠀ 　　　“i am really sorry, but the council made clear that the classrooms must be empty during breaks.” he stated, brushing his long hair back while siting on the edge of his desk. “you may leave now, you should get going to the cafeteria.” he ended with a tender smile as he pointed the big exit.

everyone left the classroom annoyed by the teacher’s orders, and you were no different. while packing your things and making your way to the big wooden doors he stopped you by holding your hand, still sat down.

⠀ ⠀ 　　　“I didn’t say anything about you, did I?” he inquires, gaining a small chuckle in response from you. he pulled your hand so you stood closer to him, almost feeling his breath fanning against your forehead.

you locked gazes with him, starring at his honey-like eyes before pulling away. he smirked at your actions, bending around to grab the back of his seat and pulling it close to you.

you took note on how his biceps flexed at the force he made and how his thighs became bigger against the wood, siting down when he looked at you again.

during brake, you would be siting on his chair while munching on your breakfast as he looked at you sipping on his coffee, rubbing momentarily his leg against your arm as you both talked about banal things.

teacher!jayce who doesn’t deny you anything, not a good grade, he doesn’t deny when you ask to do the group project alone or when you request his help after class.

a/n: first arcane writing yay! ( ੭ ･ᴗ･ )੭ I’ve been a victim of the jayvik brainroot since s2, I can’t get them out of my head lawrd.

— masterlist.

[askviktor]

Hey Viktor, you probably don’t remember me but I’m the girl from the West Piltover Stationers (we have the Hextech contract, we usually supply your lab’s paper and ink). Reason for the message is I came to deliver those extra inkwells a few days ago and you weren’t there, just some huge hot ripped dude with no shirt on, and a leather apron? He was super sweaty and covered in soot like he’d just come straight to your lab from the inside of a blacksmith’s chimney.

He seemed confused about the inkwells and said he knew he was running low but didn’t remember ordering them, then he kind of laughed and said it must’ve been his partner, “the brains of the operation,” which I assume means you.

I feel like I should reiterate that this man’s biceps were enormous and his nipples were fully out to justify why I said what I did next, but he didn’t seem too offended when I replied that must make him the looks of the operation.

He kind of laughed again and then he went BRIGHT red, and said “No, that would also be my partner.” Anyway he signed for them so you guys can’t claim they weren’t delivered and that invoice is overdue, so, you know, at your earliest convenience. Also I’m realizing as I write this that, if the hot dude WAS your partner, then that would make him Jayce Talis and if so please don’t mention this to my boss, and please convey my apologies for, uh, ogling one of Piltover’s finest.

@jaycehousetalis, would you care to explain yourself?

[noxioustoxins]

Unstoppable Force

Arcane - JayVik - Modern AU

The Innovators Competition and Conference was one of the only events that the Academy put on that Viktor not only was willing to attend but also wanted to. Most other events were designed for networking or were an excuse to party. While the Innovators Competition and Conference was both of these, it was also a show of genius, a chance to learn something new and behold the wonders of the great new minds. It was also one of the only events that allowed those of low income to compete; and show that brilliance was not a monetary trait but an innate one. It was also where he first met Jayce, a handsome boy whose talent and ambition had been fostered by the Kiramman family. The event held great memories and, despite being older now, he still looked forward to attending, now as a university professor and active biomedical engineer.

The conference was three days long. Full of early mornings and important scientific theses, so typically not many drank until the final day, when the official afterparty started with a supper in the evening. The party aspect of the conference hadn’t been part of the official event until recent years. Afterparties had become the norm when Viktor first entered the competition years ago, but drunk scientists had a way of wrecking the places where the parties were held. And as a way of preventing mild explosions from happening in unsafe environments, the competition created an official after party, safe from civilians and with a semblance of order. It was held in the large theatre of the science building, which had been decorated lightly to give the party a more relaxed feel than the rest of the conference had been. As always, the night started out relaxed, the food was delicious, served buffet style by the school’s culinary arts students, which Jayce was kind enough to help him with. Jayce knew him well enough to fill his plate for him, with barely a word between them about him doing so.

After eating, the food was cleared and the tables moved to the sides of the room.  The bar opened, and was immediately flooded with patrons. Viktor watched on, the music becoming livelier, though not over bearing, not yet, it was socializing hour. Viktor was not one for socializing typically, but these people understood him in a way that most people at social events did not. He found himself sticking mostly to Jayce, until he was whisked off to another conversation, to which Viktor would follow once he had finished his own. Jayce enjoyed people far more than Viktor did, who quickly found himself exhausted from speaking as well was walking from conversation to conversation, as well as dodging increasingly inebriated scientists.

Viktor took a seat at an empty table, facing the open floor. The music had picked up and speaking was in the process of becoming drunken dancing. While Viktor was a gifted man, dancing was not one of the gifts he had been granted. He stretched his leg out, twisting it slightly in an attempt to loosen the angry tendons. Looking around, Viktor found Jayce talking to a slightly younger man then themselves. He was handsome, his short light brown hair flowed back, styled to look effortlessly messy, with a five o’clock shadow lightly shading his face, accenting his cheekbones. He stood close to Jayce, smiling confidently. Viktor watched as he placed a hand on Jayce’s bicep, trailing a hand down to his elbow, and letting it drop from there. Jayce laughed at what the man had just finished saying, his face lighting up, the gap between his front teeth creating a youthful contrast to the lines of age that appear near his eyes when the smile on his face reaches them in genuine joy. Jayce says something back, and the man chuckles lightly, responding. What he said, Viktor could not hear, but he watched Jayce’s smile turn nervous, his eyes moving down slightly. Viktor knew that look.

Jayce, despite being handsome, still found himself awkward when receiving compliments on his physical appearance. When complimenting his work, or something he believed to be earned, he took it with grace and polite manners. But Jayce did not feel like he earned his good looks, and now with gray striping by his ears and his skin worn from time, he often found receiving admiration harder. Viktor loved complimenting Jayce; it made him blush in a way that not much else did.

The difference between Jayce blushing because of Viktor and the look he was currently giving the man in front of him, was the happiness in his eyes when Viktor spoke with admiration. It was all the reason Viktor needed to stand back up, ignoring the strain he felt as he did so, and walked over to his husband.

As Viktor approached, Jayce looked up, meeting his eyes. Jayce’s smile turned soft. When Viktor got close enough, Jayce reached out an arm and pulled Viktor to him by the waist, causing Viktor’s lips to pull into a soft smile as well.

“Hey,” Jayce greeted, as if he hadn’t seen Viktor less than ten minutes ago.

“Hey yourself,” Viktor responded lowly before turning to the stranger, “I’m Viktor, and you?”

The man met Viktor’s gaze, his eyes were dark and beautiful, “Oh, hello. I’m Lirron. It’s good to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Viktor nodded, turning to Jayce, “I did not mean to interrupt your conversation, what were you discussing?”

Jayce raised an eyebrow. He knew his husband well enough to know that Viktor did indeed mean to interrupt. The advantage you gain from being on the outskirts, is that no one thinks much of you, and you are free to observe their natural behaviour. Jayce knew this, he found out long ago that not much slipped past Viktor. So much so that he nearly ruined his own proposal, after interrogating Jayce to why he was acting weird and forcing him to propose right there. Jayce, at the time, had looked like a deer in the headlights before Viktor had begun near cackling with laughter.  Now, however, Jayce was thankful for his partner’s observance.

“We were just sharing stories of some of our business partners lack of understanding of basic sciences.” Jayce answered.

“Ah, yes.” Viktor looked back toward their conversationalist, who had taken a small step back. “The struggle of the capable versus the greedy.”

Their companion smiled and gave a small nod.

After a moment of silence, Jayce spoke, “You will have to excuse me, Lirron.”

“Of course, enjoy your night.” He replied

Viktor placed a hand on Jayce’s chest, “Pleasure to meet you.”

Lirron’s eyes flickered momentarily to Viktor’s hand, and down to Jayce’s on his waist. “Yes, you too.”

Viktor stayed tucked into Jayce’s arm as they made their way to the far side of the hall to an empty table away from the loud music coming from the speakers. Viktor sat down facing the room to continue watching the crowd socialize. Jayce pulled his chair to settle tightly to Viktor’s side. He almost definitely didn’t care to people watch.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Jayce said, leaning his arm on the table behind Viktor.

“You were uncomfortable, yes?” Viktor spoke towards the room, but lowly enough that only Jayce could hear him.

Jayce sighed, “I wouldn’t say I was uncomfortable.”

Viktor leveled a stare towards Jayce, “A man half your age was flirting with you. You wanted this to continue? By all means, return to your conversation.”

Jayce laughed, stealing a kiss, a peck on the lips, from Viktor, who rolled his eyes at Jayce’s smile.

“No, I’m about done here. Besides, I have somewhere to be.” A hand reached up between Viktor’s shoulder blades, warm and gently caressing the small bumps his vertebrae made underneath his skin.

“And where would that be?” Viktor hummed.

“At home,” Jayce kissed his shoulder, “with my husband. Whom I love very much.”

Viktor smiled, “I suppose I am ready to leave as well.”

Before Viktor could stand, Jayce was on his feet, offering his hand to Viktor, who took it. Jayce pulled Viktor up with more force than necessary, causing him to stumble lightly into Jayce’s chest. Meeting his eyes, Viktor couldn’t help smiling along side his grinning husband.

The walk to the car was slow, Viktor’s leg hurt from all the activities from the past few days, leaning on his cane more than he ought to be. He was sure Jayce’s leg was getting sore as well, though he refused to use a cane.

He had said it made him look old. Which had earned him an unpleasant look from Viktor, who was not only older than him, but had been using a cane for most of his life. Jayce had assured him that it looked good on him. That he ‘made it work’. Viktor thought perhaps Jayce was more worried about people not letting him help anymore. That, perhaps, others would view the cane as a sign that Jayce could not take care of himself or others. Which, for Jayce, would be losing a key part of himself. Jayce loved helping everyone. Those who needed it and those who didn’t, it was one of the countless traits Viktor loved about him. Everyone was the same to Jayce, he didn’t help because he believed someone incapable, he helped because it was kind. It made him, and others happy.

The night air was cold, has been for the past week, which hasn’t been doing Viktor any favours for pain management, but thankfully the car was close. The disabled staff parking was probably one of the only perks of being disabled.

The car ride home was quiet, the warmth of the car relaxing Viktor as he watched Jayce drive. His dark skin glowed with each pass of the street lights. Jayce had cleaned up for the party, his hair was pulled back at the sides showing the sliver hair that grew above his ears. His beard was trimmed short, showing a few of the small scars that were left by the accident that also broke his leg. He is beautiful.

Upon entering their house, there is an audible sigh of release from Jayce. It had been a long few days, as enjoyable as they were, but they were glad they were done. Removing his coat and scarf, Viktor sat on the bench they kept in the entryway to remove his shoes, once again marvelling in the beauty of his husband. His large arms gently pulling at the sleeves of his coat to remove it and hang it next to Viktor’s. He slipped his shoes off with no care for the fine leather, and kicked them haphazardly to the rug near the door. Viktor huffed a small laugh, at least they were out of the door way and would not be tripped on.

The noise caught Jayce’s attention, who motioned for Viktor to scoot over. As soon as he sat, his head fell back and his leg stretched out. He let out another sigh and sat quietly while Viktor gently removed his shoes and placed them neatly under the bench. Once he sat back, he found Jayce looking at him. Jayce gently placed a hand on the side of Viktor’s face and gave him a slow gentle kiss. When he pulled back, he placed his head on Viktor’s shoulder and closed his eyes.

“There is a perfectly good bed upstairs.” Viktor spoke softly.

Jayce hummed in response though he made no move to get up. He simply rested on Viktor’s shoulder, basking in the silence. After a moment of studying Jayce’s eyelashes, Viktor leaned his head against his husbands and closed his own eyes. Resting gently in their quiet home.

[grieveme]

i desperately wanted to be a fly on the wall whenever jayce goes to galas or parties hosted or invited by the council because i know he's had some conversations to try and promote hextech with potential investors / guests go like

trying to gas themselves up so much to have hextech under their name they just ended up talking about themselves but also bad mouthing other people just because they said their hair was thinning, put themselves or their children up as suitors and jayce being their significant other (though this happened the more hextech became popular), "so i hear your partner is a zaunite..." cue jayce trying to defend viktor as politely as he can but ending up too angry and losing his chance with said potential investor, people getting way too touchy (squeezing his biceps and ass but this has only happened twice which is still two too many) with him and rather impressed by his muscle rather than his brain like they ignore boundaries and personal space just because they're rich, getting involved in gossip circles (he's heard and has so much blackmail on the council and rich people from other nations) and being the cause of gossip alike, while not exactly investors but has been attempted to be bribed by other said rich people from nations such as ionia, demacia, and noxus (which he declines because his inventions are piltover exclusive but maybe one day he and viktor might bring it to ally nations), or try and push alcohol into jayces system so he can spill secrets about the council or hextech or anything that can be used against piltover but it never ends like they expect because he's a lightweight and his brain essentially shuts down and gets too into his bodies feelings rather than the environment; he's came back to the lab drunk more times than he would like

[heraldeez]

Fright Night

Jayce x Reader | 4.4K | NSFW

Warning/Tags: fingering, cock warming, unprotected PnV, multiple orgasms, light overstimulation, and a tiiiny bit of Jayce bullying

Jayce can’t handle horror. Like, at all. You, on the other hand, are an absolute horror buff – so with false bravado, he agrees to a scary movie night.

A/N: Call this fic fondue, with the way it’s dripping cheese.

Happy pre-Halloween, everyone! I’m an absolute Halloween enthusiast, so the dialogue and premise in this one are super cheesy and self indulgent. Tis the season. 🎃

Technically I came up with the bones for this one all the way back in May/June-ish (wdym you aren’t plotting for Halloween before summer even starts? 🤔) and had a little chuckle when my months old concept lined up perfectly with the Arcane Halloweek prompt for day two, Scary Movies.

As always, a big thanks to my discord beloveds for peering over my shoulder to hype me up about Jayce’s balls.

Enjoy! :]

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“Does it have to be scary scary?” Jayce whines, already hiding in your shoulder. “Couldn’t we just… I don’t know, watch Halloween Town or something? Or, ooh, Hocus Pocus. That’s scary!”

“Absolutely not.” Your answer is swift and buoyant, an unambiguous negative to both the movie suggestion and the implication that Hocus Pocus was a genuinely scary film, not looking away from where you’re flicking through the streaming menus. October has finally rolled around, and you aren’t going to let the occasion go uncelebrated.

The screen rolls through movie after movie, flicking to the next, judging them based on a highly important personal merit system – including deeply sophisticated metrics, such as how much fake gore they had budget for or how many times you’d get to joke with Jayce about the tits on screen.

“It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown?” Jayce tries weakly. He already knows your answer.

Your grin is sharp as you stumble over a promising new release, and Jayce groans when you select it, the trailer beginning an eerie musical score as you flip through the confirmation screen.

“You said you could handle it when I asked you to have a scary movie night, Jayce,” you tut, good naturedly. “Where’d all that bravado go?”

Leaping to your feet – startling your boyfriend in the process, who makes his displeasure known immediately with a high-pitched noise of malcontent and some extremely dignified grabby hands, reaching for your retreating form – you stalk over to the lightswitch and cast the room into darkness, only the dim flickering of the television screen lighting up your adorable boyfriend.

“Oh, come on – really?” Jayce snaked his arms anxiously around a pillow in your absence, cotton squishing under his thick biceps.

You tug it from his grip and toss it over the back of the couch playfully, plopping down next to him and drawing him tight up against your side before he can lament your pillow-related cruelty.

You blow the screen a teasing kiss. “It’s October 1st, baby. Gotta set the ambience correctly, or Halloween won’t bless us with good candy this year.”

Jayce wraps his arms tight around your waist, whole body curling around you with his cheek squished into your shoulder. You can hear him grumble about how you’re adults who buy their own candy, so what does it matter, but you don’t deign that fact with a response.

The grip he has on you only tightens as the movie starts.

It’s not the scariest thing you’ve seen, honestly a rather slow start, but Jayce gets twitchier with every passing second, huddling against you like he’s trying to envelope you as an anchor.

He’s honestly so endearing. It’s cute how his large frame is clinging like he’ll blow away in the breeze, built arms squeezing you tight.

If you were more the fraidy cat type, his protective weight would probably feel like heaven, the world’s most secure blanket. You rub soothing fingers over the sculpted curve of his forearm, and feel the way his jaw settles heavier onto your shoulder, relaxing just a fraction.

The movie is only half an hour in, and at this point, you’re tilted up against the arm of the couch after all his leaning, snuggled into some kind of cozy-cramped, sideways, halfway upright spooning position – your frightened puppy of a boyfriend peeping out over your shoulder and trying to press every inch of himself to you.

The dim atmosphere on screen seems to be getting to him, because nothing has even happened yet. But when the music swells, you can feel him go tenser than a steel rod, anticipation building on screen as the camera slowly pans closer and closer to the darkened alleyway.

Jayce shrieks when the movie finally gets on with it.

And of course, it’s just a cheap scare, revealing only a raccoon out behind the cursed house, the ignorant characters all laughing with relief. Nothing scary here.

You figured the director would pull something like that. This movie was really not in a hurry, for being less than two hours long.

Jayce doesn’t seem particularly comforted. “Whew, haha, that uh –” His breathing is legitimately choppy. You side eye him and find he’s covered his eyes with his hand. “That creature sure was scary!”

“It was a raccoon.”

“It – huh?”

“Look at the screen.”

His other arm tightens around you at the thought, Jayce laughing nervously. “I’m uh. I’m good behind here, actually.”

You’re struggling not to laugh. “Can’t really consider that watching a movie with me, can you?”

Jayce’s lips purse, fumbling for a retort, before he deflates against you just a bit. 

His fingers part just a crack, peeking whip-quick like the screen is going to bite him.

The raccoon stares back at him with beady eyes, chittering before darting into the woods, leaving the actors in peace.

Your boyfriend is silent for a beat. “Those things carry rabies, you know. That’s, uh, very scary. Ninety-nine percent fatal, if you don’t get vaccinated in time.”

Well. You suppose that is a certain type of scary.

You give him a reassuring smooch on the jaw, and as expected, his hand shifts to the side, hovering off to the right of his head so he can lean in to capture your lips.

You capture his hand hostage in return, poor Jayce whining into the kiss.

“Quit hiding, nothing scary is going to get you with me right here,” you chastise lightly.

Your lips press a firm kiss to his ensnared hand, interrupting his plaintive, high pitched, “But babe.”

The dilation of his pupils as your lips linger, breath puffing against his fingers, gives you the best idea.

“You want a distraction, sweetheart?” you ask, voice low and conspiratorial.

Caught off guard at your change of heart, Jayce gives a hesitant nod.

“Good. I have better uses for these hands, you know.”

With a final, lingering kiss to his palm, you thread your fingers through his and guide them down, past where he’s clinging to your waist with his other hand, to toy at the waistband of your pants.

His hand flexes with anticipation, but he doesn’t try to rush you. Satisfied, you press underneath, dragging him below both your waistband and panties to cup at your sex.

It must be apparent to Jayce the moment he touches you, that you’d been a bit excited ever since he got home. He’d immediately pulled you in, the scent of his cologne and the brisk fall air embedded in his coat wrapping around you as he leaned down for an indulgent kiss, pouring every ounce of how much he’d missed you into the way he moved his tongue. It had set the tone for the evening, really, flaring warmth in your core.

Sure you were thrilled to have a cozy date night watching scary movies and enjoying each other’s company, but you’d be lying if you hadn’t also been boiling with anticipation for a more intimate encounter as well.

Jayce genuinely groans when his index nudges against your slit, parting your folds to slip against where your arousal has been accumulating. With how he’d pressed so close for the past half hour, holding you tight, it was hard… to not get a little worked up.

“Fuck,” he breathes, fingers squirming further. “You’re so… fuck.”

“I beg your pardon?” you laugh.

“Perfect,” he slurs, mouthing at the side of your neck. He spreads you, gently, and it’s almost embarrassing when your arousal is legitimately audible. You can feel it slipping against your fingers, still twined with his. “So perfect, already dripping for me like that.”

You hum, breathless and noncommittal. “Maybe I get off on poorly written scripts and budget masked killers, hm?”

“Ha ha,” he deadpans.

Jayce’s unamused act would be perfectly believable if not for the raggedy edge to his breathing, or how his fingers scrub a needy circle over your clit before they skate down, dipping just slightly into your hole, playing in the arousal pooled there.

Jayce sucks in a shaky breath. “Hang on, just, uh, give me one second.”

Pulling his fingers out is the last thing you expect Jayce to do, but he does.

Jayce holds your clasped hands up to the faint light from the screen, admiring the way your slick is glistening visibly on his fingerpads, humming low and appreciative.

He shifts, entranced, jaw coming forward to lean past your shoulder, and then he’s guiding your fingers to his lips.

It’s impossible not to stare as he slips them past, into his mouth, slick digits disappearing past plush lips. Tongue curling around your fingertip, laving the flavor of you from the whorls of your skin, eyes lidded in pleasure.

The moment is made all the more intense by the fact that he’s staring back as you watch him, simmering gaze focused wholly on you as he hollows his cheeks and sucks, drawing in your taste and moaning for it.

The vibrations reverberate from your fingers straight into your crotch.

He huffs amusedly through his nose when your hips shift restlessly, a spike of arousal making you squirm back against him.

It’s not like you can’t feel the answering press of his erection, butted up against your hip.

He switches your fingers for his own, tongue curling in a way that’s embarrassingly distracting. His fingers are slick for a few reasons, at this point.

And then they’re traveling back down to slip headlong between your folds, eager to reenter your slick cunt. His spit drags over your clit as he slides the furrow of his pressed together fingers across it, reaching lower. Jayce sinks his middle and ring in deep, palm rubbing against where you need it most.

Lips trail blissfully against your neck as he sets a lazy rhythm with his wrist, fingers rocking into you deep. Jayce sighs a blissful “taste so good” into your skin, nuzzling closer like he can’t get enough skin pressed against you, despite being literally inside you.

His fingers slow, briefly. Soft lips brush against your ear as he opens his mouth, and –

“Wanna eat you out.”

Jayce’s tone is hovering somewhere between whiny and worshipful.

“Mm, and then you wouldn’t be watching the movie, now would you?” Your hand curls around the curve of his bicep, ignoring his noise of disagreement. “Later, yeah? If you can manage this for me.”

A breathy groan falls from his lips at the prospect, nodding placated against your shoulder.

You’d offered him a distraction to make the experience more fun for him, but now you’re finding yourself distracted by him. The film can’t hold a candle to the way his thick fingers are opening you up thoroughly, the way his jaw rests on your shoulder, facing the screen like a good boy, yet eyes glazed over, probably taking in next to nothing.

Still, he was behaving for you. He was good like that, even if you could feel each time he swallowed, not the slightest bit unaffected by what you were allowing him to do between your legs, mouth dry.

You knew damn well what he’d like to wet it with.

Jayce slides in a third finger, moaning gently at the noise you make for the stretch. He thrusts them a few times to appreciate the slick noises that you can’t help, before he settles for a toe-curling screwing motion, tips of his fingers flirting over your nerves like an ignition spark.

All the more distracting was the heavy weight of his cock, jutting unmistakably against you through his gray sweats. Waiting patiently – but you could feel the way it flexed at each noise you made for him.

He really was being so good for you.

“Put it in.”

“Mmm?” comes Jayce’s distracted response, zenned out and completely entranced in the feeling of your slick pooling around the base of his fingers.

He snaps back to focus on your words when you reach over your hip to cup him through his sweatpants, palm rolling against his shaft while your fingertips wriggle a hair between his legs, rubbing teasingly against his balls.

“You with me now, handsome?”

“Yeah!” His voice cracks a little in his haste to get the word out, clearing his throat with an embarrassed chuckle, “‘M with you. Totally understood, loud and clear.” Jayce scrambles to get his hands in position to rid himself of his pants, fast as possible, but it’s not exactly smooth with one hand trapped beneath your waist and the other still inside you.

You catch his wrists, holding him in place.

“Please, allow me,” you purr, enjoying the way he lets himself be manipulated into whatever position you want him in, unquestioning in his eagerness. His fingers curl a bit where they’re buried, but otherwise he stops moving a muscle.

Your own fingers slip from his wrist and pluck teasingly at the drawstring of the soft heathered pants, before dragging one side over the warm, smooth skin of his hip.

No underwear.

“Hmm, somebody was hopeful. Looking for a treat?”

Jayce laughs nervously, fingers pulsing a little deeper, palm butting up against your folds. “Well, I mean. Maybe, y’know, a little, yeah.”

Unhurried, you guide his cock out of the fabric folds, bouncing slightly as it’s exposed to air, and ghost featherlight fingers against the tip.

They come away deliciously sticky. Teasing him is just too fun.

“What do you say, Jayce, to get a treat on Halloween?” You ask, voice innocent and sugary sweet.

“Wh- come on, really?” he complains, hips nudging into your hold impatiently.

You hum expectantly, angling the head of his cock to rub against his own fingers, still tucked snugly inside of you.

He sighs heavily, laying his forehead on your shoulder in defeat.

You can’t help but laugh when he clumsily taps the head of his cock against your entrance in a pointed one-two beat, obviously mimicking a “knock knock” motion.

“... Trick or treat,” he grumbles.

“Go on then, help yourself,” you reply, bubbly and committed to the bit. The responding snort of laughter against your shoulder is by far the sweetest thing in the room, though.

Eager to a fault, the speed which Jayce pulls his fingers from your cunt echoes with a depravedly wet noise, teasing an aroused groan from his lips. His fingers go from your entrance to his cock in about half a second, wet fingers rubbing your slick into the soft, sensitive skin of his frenulum with a pleased sigh.

So caught up in physical pleasure, you both had all but forgotten the movie playing on screen as Jayce lines himself up, sinking in a mere half inch.

The speakers erupt with a shrill peal, soundtrack heightening with the mounting horror of the plot, and startles the both of you – Jayce jerking forward to cling to you and shoving himself forward in your cunt a few inches all at once, whine tearing from his throat.

Heart rate finally up, you let out a breathless laugh, eyelids fluttering at the sensation dragging against your walls.

“Sorry,” Jayce chokes, “I – fuck – I wasn’t expecting that, I just – You alright?”

The concern is so sweet, and so completely unnecessary.

“I am so good,” you sigh, breathy and pleased, reveling in the heat pooling between your hips at the adrenaline and slight roughhousing. “Keep going.”

Jayce’s right hand comes up to cup your chest, both arms now wrapped around you, peering down the length of your body to see where he’s filling you up, hips forging a much more gradual slide into your slick heat.

“Keep watching the screen, Jayce.”

He swallows audibly as your fingers curl around his jaw, pulling him back up to the movie.

Your hand drops to rest over his, the rough press of his callouses against your nipple making you shiver. They’re still wet from being buried in your pussy. His fingers flex, unconsciously squeezing as he bottoms out, happy trail scratching lightly against your skin.

And naturally, you wriggle your hips back against him, pinning him more firmly between you and the couch.

“Stay right there,” you whisper. “Let me keep you warm.”

In contrast, Jayce shivers against you, nodding desperately. “Yeah, yes, fuck. Whatever you want, baby, I – please.”

The thick, leaking head of his cock is rubbing decadently against the front of your pussy, pressing against the spot that makes you want to scream his praises.

But if he can exercise his best restraint to please you, the least you can do is follow through. Snuggling your back against his chest and giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, you turn your gaze back to the movie, content to tease him until its end. More of the gritty tale ticks by, minute after minute, in comfortable stillness.

It’s warm, wrapped up in his arms. Feels good to just zone, soaking in the way he’s hard and leaking inside you. You’re content to sit here all night, wrapped up in each other, just surrounded by his heat and scent and soft skin.

But the next jumpscare gets you good.

It’s so perfectly paced, hitting just as the plot is pulling you back in, leaning forward in your improvised seat with each unfolding detail. A spray of fake gore tears across the screen as the way you thought things were going is brought to a horrific end, grating noise filling your living room when the killer makes another appearance for the unfortunate group on screen.

Exciting, startling, and perfectly executed – the scare has all your muscles tensing up in shock, gasp tearing from your throat.

It’s enough to have even you, the proclaimed horror lover, reeling back to put some distance between yourself and the shocking display.

Not that there’s much room for you to jerk back, considering the wall of warm, tense muscle currently wrapped around your back, trembling like a chihuahua.

Jayce had let out a squeak that you’d chalked up as terror in moment of the jumpscare, but as his hips give a tiny jerk against your own, cock throbbing where it’s buried in you, you aren’t so certain.

And when it dawns on you, how tightly you had just clenched your entire body at the fright, a wicked grin spreads across your face. How tight you must have clenched around him, how heavenly that must have felt despite the torment his brain was taking from the screen.

Surreptitiously, you shift your thighs and shove your hips even closer back to his, truly stuffed on each and every inch of his cock.

So when the killer next flits across the screen, delivering another bloody death, you clench hard. Purely in fear, of course.

Jayce chokes on air behind you, thighs flexing against yours as he buries his face in your shoulder.

“Ah ah, none of that.” Your fingers pull gently at his jaw, coaxing his gaze back to the screen. “You wouldn’t want to miss any of the scary bits, they’re the best part.”

As if on cue, a blood curdling scream rings out from the surround sound, accompanied by a toe curling flex of your internal muscles, dragging a wrecked groan from your boyfriend’s throat.

He stays obediently watching though, ragged breaths drawing in the scent of you, hips shifting restlessly with the urge to thrust, to rut into you until he comes.

You coo, adoring, at his good behavior, stroking sugar sweet in reward through his stubble.

And so the game begins, an endless tease where he cannot thrust, but must wait for the movie to torture him to receive the mindnumbing clench of your cunt around him, like some sort of perverse Pavlovian training.

Somebody dies?

Clench.

Killer emerges from the shadows, music swelling shrilly in horror?

Clench.

You pinch his side suddenly, for a bit of amusement, shocking a yelp out of him?

Vice tight clench, drawn out with a small rock of your hips, as a treat.

The movie slides past the three quarters mark, violence and horror peaking, and Jayce is an insensate mess behind you, clutching tight.

The firm hand cupping your chest squeezes instinctively at each scare, his other arm locked like rebar over your waist, clinging to his soft barrier between the scary screen and himself.

You can feel him throbbing consistently, breath ragged, and as you continue to flex around him to the violence unfolding on screen, Jayce breaks.

Throat working around a shocked cry, his hips buck sporadically in the narrow space on the couch, eyes rolling back as he fills you up. Each drag of his cock slips tantalizingly over the sensitive portion of your front walls, painting it with his release as the thick tip firmly skates against it on each push in.

Not enough to get you there, but enough to drive you wild.

Enough to make you want more.

His moans trail into sweet whimpers, nuzzling into your shoulder, blissed out and pleasure drunk.

And said whimpers pitch up, confused and surprised and pinched with overstimulation as you continue to shift your hips, squeezing him tight as the killer on screen brandishes a weapon.

“Hold still, puppy – you’re going to keep being good for me.”

You don’t phrase it as a request.

Jayce gulps, nodding anyway.

Your hand traces over your clit, only the slight tremor of your fingers betraying your excitement.

It’s wet, your slick pooling around the base of his cock, and even more, the viscosity of Jayce’s come beginning to spill out coats your fingers.

You grind a borderline too-hard circle into your clit, hips twitching at the pleasure-pain spark.

Jayce is in a similar boat, breath catching in his throat as your cunt drags overstimulation down the length of his shaft, shiver wracking his core.

“Lemme – fuck, I wanna make you feel good, let me make you feel good, babe –” His hand fumbles down to bat yours out of the way, his index finger rubbing sweetly over your clit.

You’re in no shape to complain, heat curling in the cradle of your hips, pleasure stoking you towards orgasm once more.

His fingers are big. Rough from metalworking, but gentle in their touch. They feel divine, as his fingers part to stroke in tight lines on either side of your clit, cock still stretching you out.

Impatience is getting the better of you, and you rock your hips, searching for the last push to make your brain go blank.

And you find it, pressing the head of Jayce’s cock into the sensitive spot at the front of your walls. The pressure forces a moan from your throat, body going tight and relaxing by turn as you teeter on edge.

Jayce chokes at the renewed movement, curling tight to your back, gritting out little protests, “I can’t, I can’t, please.”

But his fingers never falter, twisting against you the way he knows you like best.

You’ve never been one to let a good deed go unpunished.

“You can,” you pant, hand shooting up to thread fingers through his hair. Dirty move, considering what that does to him.

The pleasure you gain from his shocked cry is almost as visceral as the physical feeling of his fingers and cock, honestly. He melts under a little manhandling, cock twitching inside you.

Your hips can only move so far, stuck sideways on the couch, but you’re making use of every inch, rocking back onto him to hear him keen for you.

Jayce whines when you yank his hair unthinkingly, nerves bound up in stimulation, and pleasure licks up your spine when his hips buck to meet yours.

One –

Two –

A third direct strike over your sensitive inner walls, and the pleasure broadens to a cascade, your orgasm finally tipping over to grip you tight.

Distantly, you can hear Jayce whimper as you clench tight in the throes of pleasure, hips squirming back against him, punching little ahs from your throat with each bump of the head of his cock.

It’s good enough to make your brain go fuzzy, breaths clawing down your throat as your head tips back to rest on his shoulder, final pangs of bliss rattling through your core, making you spasm around him.

Jayce’s grip on you is tight, breathing labored, leaking cock still needy.

You clasp your free hand with one of his, locked over your torso, and drag him in by the hair, breaths mingling as your lips hover the barest distance from his.

“You did perfect, Jayce, stop holding back. Spill for me, c’mon, I know you have it in you –”

You can taste Jayce’s devastated wail, his hand flexing in yours as he comes again.

His knee jerks out only to wrap tight around your legs, whole body curling tight around you as his muscles protest the overstimulation. Arms a rigid band, chest sealed to your back, squishing you with his pleasure.

Most intoxicating is the flex of his cock, filling you to overflowing in hot pulses.

Sticky, sweet, everything you could possibly want and more.

He goes lax against you as the orgasm finally lets him go, entire weight squashing you into the couch cushions.

It’s adorable. You run a soothing hand through his hair, cooing his praises and allowing him to nuzzle into your neck, wordless pleased noises uttered into the strands of your hair as he catches his breath. Large hands run over your skin clumsily, appreciating you right back, despite his current lack of a brain.

Finally, you extricate yourself slowly, carefully, breath coming out in a rush as his cock slips free, pulling a final whimper from your lover. You stand to stretch, taking care not to leak, and turn so you can look him over.

Jayce’s cheeks are rosy. You’ll have to fetch him some water, you note, admiring the mess of his hair, the shine of sweat on his biceps.

You lean in to press a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose.

“So, what do you think? Is the genre starting to grow on you?”

Jayce looks somewhere between harrowed and fucked out, gaze kinda spacey. But he gives you a wobbly half thumbs up.

You hum mischievously. “That’s good to hear, because I’m pretty sure we’re going to have to rewatch this one, I kinda missed the ending –”

“You – oh, fuck no,” Jayce can barely say through breathless laughter, burying his face in the couch cushion.

[ransprang]

Viktor x councilor!reader

Admin Sav~ you can read Part 2  here!

You are one of the councilors in the Piltover council.

Viktor was working on the Hextech in the lab as usual. Extremely focused on his work turning the pages of his research paper, and not even the creak of the door opening distracted him.

"Viktor, how's the research going?" He finally gets pulled out of his head and looks back at you. He holds you in high regard for not only being in the council but also supporting him in all his endeavours.

"Ah, y/n, the research is going exceptional, what brings you here?" He said in his thick accent with a smile.

"I just wanted to stop by and see if you were okay. Yesterday you didn't seem very well..." You said as you approached him and kept a firm hand on his shoulder. Viktor was happy that you had an eye out for him always, and felt grateful that you cared enough to make time off your busy schedule to visit.

"I am doing great y/n, look at the hexcore it can learn!!" He said while turning towards the blue orb enthusiastically, that he nearly lost the support of his walking stick. You instinctively pushed yourself towards him and held him by his bicep. He looked at you and feverishly smiled.

He explained the prospects of his discovery to you with a twinkle in his eye, he saw Zaun's future in it, his future in the blue orb. You were listening but couldn't help turn your head towards him and see the joy in this man's face. He finally finished talking and looked at you for your input but you were simply too mesmerised.

As person who had to always keep their composure and head up high in the council always had to think with their rational mind, felt their heart pound. You felt an impulse, closed your eyes and pressed your lips against his.

Viktor's eyes became wide open, the same puppy dog expression he always has when hes curious. He didn't know what to do with his hands, so he stood there with jazz hands till he finally held your arm and pulled you away softly.

Confusion was clear on Viktor's face, hes a bit disappointed, maybe knowing he does not have it in him to sustain a relationship. He felt a connection to his technology stronger than with humans, he knew his body was slowly dying. He pressed down on his walking stick and instantly turned his back against you, breathing heavy he asked you to leave by waving his free hand.

You felt a bit dejected but you were not about to give up. You instantly hugged him from the back "Viktor, please...I want to help Zaun too. You work hard everyday, every night even though your body cant take it. Let me at least be there for you". Viktor felt his heart pound against his chest, a sweat drop rolled down his face, his vision was slowly fading. You slowly let go sensing his discomfort, instead held him and slowly led him to the chair next to the desk. "Y/n please, leave me for a bit now, i need to work. I need to make this happen"

You once again assumed your composed posture, and were no longer the weak girl in her feelings. "Good luck Viktor" you said with a sad yet reassuring smile. You turned around and left the room.

Viktor didn't return home that night. He stayed awake the whole night trying to forget the events of the day. All his life the only thing he has known his inventing, building something new and maybe somewhere deep inside finding a cure for himself. He didn't understand love or the feeling of holding someone else. He didn't even realise the need to gain recognition like Jayce did. He was dedicated to his research and just that.

You went home feeling heavy that night. Knowing he may not even respect you after your actions today, blaming yourself you went to sleep. Knowing you may never be able to look him in the eye again, knowing you still had feelings for him.

The next day while walking the corridor of the academy you heard Viktor's voice "y/n please come to the lab for a minute", you look at him concerned but obediently walk with him. There was no one in there except you two. "Y/n I know what happened yesterday was...a bit too much. I don't hate you for it. I don't know how to feel, but i do like you. I like your company, your support. If that even means anything to you. I don't have much time left to live and it would be wrong to love and leave someone right now."

You felt yourself soften, you took a few steps towards him closing the gap between you two. At a loss of words, you just stood staring into his eyes for a few moments. That's when Viktor broke, never having felt these sort of feelings towards him, he kissed you this time. Both your eyes were closed, arms slowly wrapping around each other. The kisses were getting deeper and more passionate. Your body was pressed against his tightly, he let his walk-stick drop to the floor. Viktor used both his hands and hugged you, while using your shorter stature for support.

You both pulled away after what felt like an eternity. Viktor slowly moved back and leaned onto the desk before crouching and picking up his stick again. You stood there in shock, with tears in your eyes. "Y/n I'll see you tomorrow maybe i can show you the latest thesis i am working on then". You smiled and wiped your tears. "Everything will be okay" you whispered to him and left.

On the way back you knew this was the start of something, he was embracing his feelings slowly but surely. That even for a moment he believed that he would live long enough to love someone, that at least once in his life could say hes not a loner.

[the-twinventors]

An Unpleasant Surprise

WARNING: STUPIDLY LONG!!

It legitimately scared the twins how time flew sometimes. Just yesterday it felt like they’d found out about Galaxy, which was back in June - and now here they were, just a few days away from Christmas. And Stella was practically ready to pop. But she had another month to go yet - in theory, anyway. The Braxton Hicks were going strong, and they both knew actual labour could start at any given moment.

For now, though, they were happy enough to just relax in their apartment. With them being off for winter break, they had all the time they could want to lounge on the couch under a heap of blankets and play video games. The apartment was decorated for the holiday - not too over the top, but still enough to get them a little in the mood. With so many new friends, they were hoping this year would be much better than the previous years.

At least, that was the hope… until they heard a knock on the door.

Stella blinked, exchanging a look with her brother. “You expecting anyone, bro?”

“No. Maybe it’s Maple returning the textbook we lent her. You stay, I’ll get it.” Standing up, Jayce took a second to stretch out - lounging for a long time could make you pretty stiff - before swiping his keys from the coffee table and calmly striding over to the door. Yeah, they didn’t often get visitors, unless they’d pre-planned study groups or game nights, or lent things in the hopes they’d get them back, so they didn’t really think it was anything to be concerned about.

But when he pulled the door open, both twins froze. Their hearts dropped into their stomachs. Their blood chilled to ice.

No… this couldn’t be happening…

“Hello, sweeties~!”

Talia. Talia. Their mother. She was here.

It took Jayce a moment to get his breath back. It honestly felt like he’d been punched in the gut. “… what…?”

Talia laughed, completely ignorant to the issue. “Surprise! I bet you weren’t expecting me to come and visit, were you? It’s been so long - I’ve been dying to see my baby boy and girl again!”

Jayce finally found his tongue properly, his face contorting. “Wh-- what the fuck are you doing here?”

“Oh, well that’s a nice way to say hello to your mother!” Talia frowned, crossing her arms with a playful pout. “I’d expect you to at least be a little happy. I see you’re still as disrespectful as always…”

How can you expect us to be happy when we literally withheld our address so you couldn’t pay a surprise visit like this?!

Actually, on that topic… Jayce shifted in the doorway, his fist clenching. “How the hell did you even get our address?! We never told you what it was!”

“Oh, that bit was easy.” Talia waved her hand like it was all just a big game to her. “I knew Max wasn’t going to tell me - you know how stubborn he is. So I decided to just come to the campus anyway and check in with the admin. They wouldn’t give it to me, either - something about student confidentiality, or something like that. So then I started asking around, hoping one of the other students would know, and what do you know, they did! They even showed me the way to your building!” She laughed again, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “The students here are so nice - I can see why you wanted to come here.”

“Why are you here, though?” Stella leaned over to better see out the doorway from her position on the couch. Thank Chaos all her blankets were hiding her bump. “It’s a three-hour journey, and you can’t drive - wait…” She’d only now just noticed the items at their mother’s side, and she looked alarmed. “Why do you have suitcases??”

“Why do you think, you silly little thing?” Talia lifted both suitcases up by the handle and forcefully nudged past Jayce into the apartment, ignoring how both of them bristled at her nerve. “When you told your father you’d be skipping Christmas again, well, you can imagine how upset I was. It’s supposed to be a time for family, after all! So I decided I’d just come down and spend Christmas with you, since you won’t come to us!”

“Like hell you are.” Jayce pointed at the still-open door. “If you hurry, you might still be able to catch the next bus back to Red Gate City.”

“Besides…” Stella tilted her head suspiciously. “Don’t you still have a bakery to run? Pretty sure your your clientele won’t be happy if all your Christmas treats run out.”

“I’ll have you know that I’ve got a new hire willing to cover my shifts for the season.” Talia frowned at them again, already removing her coat, scarf and gloves. “I want to be able to spend as much time with my babies as possible. Honestly, after I made all the effort to come here…”

We don’t want you here! LEAVE!!

Sighing, Stella sat up a little. She didn’t want to get too angry - Galaxy wouldn’t appreciate it. She was already going nuts in there from how worked up Stella already was. Hopefully Talia would agree to a compromise. “Only for Christmas. You leave on Boxing Day. That’s my pitch - take it or leave it.”

Talia’s eyes lit up, and she smirked, setting her things on top of one of her cases. “That long, sweetie? Surely you’d want to bond with your mother for a little longer--“

“Shut the fuck up and listen to me for once in your damn life.”

Stella leaned forward, tugging at the blankets a little to hide her bump better. “All of us know you’re not gonna leave until you get your own damn way, but at the same time, the two of us aren’t gonna tolerate your little mind games anymore. If you want to stay here for the holidays, you’re gonna have to follow our rules. Either you’re out of here by Boxing Day, or we call campus security to throw you out. And we’re really good friends with the security, so you’re gonna be surprised if you try sweet-talking them. So either take our offer, or go find a hotel if you’re so intimidated by us taking control in our own fucking apartment, but we’re not gonna put up with your ‘my way or the highway’ crap anymore. Do I make myself clear?”

Talia was silent the entire time Stella spoke, an incredulous look frozen on her face - but there was a slight hint of anger too. The twins knew that look all too well. That was her ‘how dare you defy your mother like that’ look. But they both straightened up and hardened their own expressions, refusing to be intimidated. They had to make it clear to her that she wasn’t in control anymore.

After a few seconds, she found her tongue, and she stormed towards the couch, one hand grabbing Stella’s bicep to yank her up. “Alright, you insolent little bitch, you listen to me--”

“Hey, don’t you fucking touch her!” Jayce lunged at her, but she promptly shoved him back, causing him to fall on his tail.

“Get the hell off me!” Stella clawed at Talia’s wrist with her free hand, but she used her other hand to grab the front of her shirt, succeeding in forcefully pulling her off the couch. Unfortunately, her bump threw off her centre of gravity, which resulted in her tumbling off the couch and falling on her knees, the blankets falling away.

“Get away from her!!” Jayce grabbed Talia’s shoulders and yanked her away viciously, hard enough that both of them tumbled over backwards.

Shoving him back again, she stood up, looking towards Stella again. “Listen here, you--”

She froze, eyes widening in shock. It was only then the twins realised the new issue they had to deal with. Stella’s very pregnant belly was now on full display for all to see. Their plans of hiding Galaxy from Talia were completely dashed now. Sighing in annoyance at the realisation, but more concerned about whether or not the tumble had hurt Galaxy, Stella carefully rose to her feet again, one hand on her stomach to try and gauge what was happening. The whole time, Talia just stared and pointed, her lips twitching as she tried to form words, while Jayce slowly began to move between the two women to prevent another blowup.

One more silence later, Talia’s face contorted again, into a vicious snarl. “You stupid girl! You got yourself pregnant?! What the hell were you thinking?! Oh, Chaos, what are people going to think of you?! What are my friends going to think when I go home and tell them my daughter’s a little whore?!”

“They better not think anything. Because it’s none of their fucking business.” Furious as she was, Stella maintained a calm tone of voice. “Just like it’s not any of yours. Our lives aren’t one of your stupid soap operas to gossip about.”

“Excuse me?! You’re my daughter, so it’s my business! You have to get rid of it!” Talia crossed her arms, glaring at Jayce. “Why the hell didn’t you think to stop her, you stupid boy?!”

“Hey, don’t you fucking dare pin this on me. She made the choice to keep her baby.” Jayce met her glare evenly. “And I support her decision, as a matter of fact. Like she said, it’s none of your business what we do with our lives.”

“Yes it is! You have to get rid of it!” Talia frowned disapprovingly at Stella. “I’m taking you to the nearest abortion clinic tomorrow! I’m getting you an emergency appointment! I’m sure they can find some way to squeeze you in--”

“They won’t.” A triumphant smirk formed on the younger twin’s muzzle. “I’m coming up to thirty-five weeks. No reputable clinic is gonna abort a pregnancy as far along as mine.”

Talia snarled, unwilling to admit Stella was right. “Well, you’ll just have to adopt it out, then! When are you due? We might still have time to make the proper arrangements--”

“No.” Stella stepped right up to her, meeting her eyes. “I’m not gonna let my child feel as unloved as you made us feel. I plan on being a better mother to her than you ever were to us. And if you think you’re going to have any part in her life, you’re fucking delusional.”

“Wh--?” Talia had the gall to look confused. “Don’t be stupid, you’ve never looked after a baby! I’m more qualified than you are! Oh, actually, that’s a good idea - just give that baby to me!” She lit up like she’d had the epiphany of the year. “I’ve got far more parenting experience than either of you - that baby will be much better off with me than with either of you!”

“We can confirm from experience that she won’t.” Jayce rolled his eyes.

“Oh, don’t be silly! You and your brothers all turned out fine, didn’t you?” Talia laughed, like nothing was wrong with how she’d raised them. “Trust me, you’ll be doing that poor thing a favour letting me have it - you’ll thank me later! It’s only going to suffer if you’re the ones responsible for--”

Before either her or Jayce had time to react, both of Stella’s hands had shot out and grabbed the front of Talia’s shirt, yanking her down to eye level. The next few minutes were filled with an incredibly tense silence - neither twin had ever shown any kind of violence to Talia before, so this was definitely new. When she next spoke, her voice was dark and threatening, the tone of a scorned mother determined to protect her child.

“You’re going to have to pry my daughter out of my cold, dead hands.”

For just another moment more, Talia stared, unable to believe that her children were daring to defy her. Though they couldn’t understand why - they’d been defying her ever since they were in elementary school, so she had to be used to it by now. Did she really have her head that far up her own back end that she thought they’d just bend to her? She should have known better…

“Oh, would you look at the time!” Talia’s sudden chirp caught their attention. “You spent so much time pointlessly bickering with me that I’ve missed the last bus! You silly little things!”

Horrified, the twins spun around to find the clock - fuck, she was right! The last bus was gone! Had she deliberately provoked them into arguing with her to waste that time?! Ugh, they were so fucking stupid!!

“Right… well, our offer is still up there. You can either find a hotel, or be out of our apartment by Boxing Day.” Stella released Talia, still glaring angrily. “But because you could have hurt my daughter pulling me off the couch, I’m really not comfortable having you in the apartment.”

“Neither am I.” Jayce snatched Talia’s things from the suitcase and tossed them back over to her, a glare of his own forming. “You’ve got one chance to leave on your own before I kick you out myself. There should still be a few hotels open willing to give you a room.”

Talia scoffed. “You two aren’t seriously going to kick your own mother out, are you? Well, it’s going to take more than that.” Tossing her things back onto her case, she slammed the door shut and began pulling them along towards the bedroom doors. “Besides, you’re going to need my help with the baby if you’re so insistent on keeping it, so I might as well hang around until it’s born. You’ll thank me later. Now, which rooms are yours? I need to see which one I’m going to be staying in…”

Jayce and Stella exchanged a look - one that screamed fear, frustration and full-on anger. This was not going to be fun…

[the-twinventors]

WARNING: stupidly long, severe injury. Potentially triggering content past bolded line.

The weekend. A time for sleeping in, lounging around, and just generally enjoying themselves. Sure, a certain parent of theirs had made the last couple of weekends a little… interesting, and they were fully expecting the same thing to happen today and tomorrow. Either way, the twins were prepared. To have the day to themselves, ignore their mother when she came knocking, and just have fun.

So Stella was more than a little surprised when she woke up to the sound of running water and dishes clattering in the sink. She sat up curiously - had Max decided to swing by for doubled security? She didn’t have much longer to go, after all - he’d be wanting to make sure that nothing went wrong and she was looked after when she went into labour.

With that in mind, Stella swung her legs out of bed - belatedly realising she hadn’t changed into her pyjamas last night, oops - and waddled over to her door, cracking it open and poking her head out. “Max?”

Instead, she got the shock of her life.

“Oh, hello there, sweetie!” Talia seemed completely oblivious to her daughter’s horror. “Don’t mind me, I’m just--”

“What the FUCK are you doing here?!” Stella didn’t even let her finish, storming from the room to confront her.

The older canine blinked, before holding up a fork she was washing. “What does it look like, silly? I’m taking care of your dishes - you two really have to--”

“You know damn well that’s not what I fucking mean!” Stella’s screaming was enough for Jayce to come bursting out of his own room, an identical look of shock and then anger crossing over his face as his sister continued her tirade. “What are you doing in our apartment?! How did you get in when we never even gave you a key?! Did you steal Max’s?!”

“Stella, you have to calm down, sweetie! That silly tantrum isn’t good for my grandbaby!” She bristled furiously at those words as Talia continued. “No, I didn’t take Max’s - I spoke to the residential admin on the campus. I told them how worried I was about you, how I needed to be there for you when the baby’s born, and they gave me a key.” She finished up with the fork, and moved to grab another one to clean next. “Now I can let myself in whenever I need to!”

Jayce sighed in frustration, grabbing his phone from his pocket. “Resident admin is getting a very strongly-worded phone call right now…”

“And you’re not going to be doing any coming and going.” Stella stormed up behind Talia, holding her hand out. “Give us the key and get out before we call campus security.”

“What? No.” Talia frowned over her shoulder, glaring disapprovingly at Stella, before returning to her task. She finished cleaning the fork and grabbed a chef’s knife next. “And you’re not getting rid of me this time. I don’t care what you say, you need me around when you have the baby. Don’t you know that every young woman needs their mother around when they have a baby?”

“Bullshit. You didn’t have your mom around when you had us.” Stella stepped a little closer, shaking her open hand in emphasis. “Key. Now.”

“What?! Who told you that?!” Talia glared at her again.

“Does it even matter? Literally everyone in the family knows that your parents and siblings cut you out of their lives after you went to university.” Both Stella’s hands were on her hips now. “And now your own kids are doing the same - starting to cut you out of their lives as soon as they get away. Are you sure that you’re not the problem?”

“Excuse me?! Are you insinuating that I’m a bad person?”

“Insinuating?! I’m stating a plain fact - you’re a horrible person! Not just that - you’re a horrible daughter, a horrible wife, and a horrible mother! And I refuse to let you be a horrible grandmother too - no, I refuse to let you be a grandmother at all!!”

Talia suddenly spun on her heel, arm swinging to backhand Stella, who dodged backwards. “How dare you talk to me like--!”

Suddenly, the rage on her face evaporated. Silence filled the apartment. Slowly, her eyes went from Stella to her hand. The hand that was still holding the knife she’d been cleaning.

The knife that now had a streak of crimson along the sharp end of the blade.

Stella’s heart dropped into her stomach. At the same time, she became aware of a stinging pain across the front of her throat, accompanied by a wet heat trickling down her collarbone. Without a word, a trembling hand slowly lifted, fingertips brushing against her collarbone and pulling away.

After a few seconds of silent shock, Talia let out an exasperated sigh, flinging the knife on the countertop. “You stupid girl! Now look what you made me do! Why did you have to get me so worked up?!”

Her words fell on deaf ears as terror rose up in Stella’s mind. Her bloody hand went back to her throat, trying to stop whatever blood was flowing. Her other hand immediately flew to her abdomen, protectively hugging her bump. Galaxy had gone completely still - not even a flutter. No, no no no, please no…!

“Oh, will you calm down? You’re barely even bleeding that much! It was just a little nick.” Talia rolled her eyes, moving to take Stella’s bicep. “Come on, let’s get y--”

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!!”

The next second was a blur. All Stella was aware of was Jayce’s primal roar, a scream, and a crash. The next thing she saw was Talia’s unconscious body slumped on the floor against the counter, with Jayce stood over her, fists clenched and breathing heavily. His tail was completely rigid behind him, almost like he was daring her to get up.

When there was no movement, he turned to his sister. She stared back, her entire frame trembling now as panicked tears formed in her eyes. “… G-Galaxy…”

Wordlessly, he approached her, putting his arm around her and walking her to the door. “We need to move. Now.”

That was all that was said between the twins as they fled from the apartment, leaving Talia behind. They could deal with her later - or get someone else to deal with her.

Right now, they were on crunch time.