⁺₊⋆ ☾Juno⋆ ⁺₊

till my eyes can’t see till my lungs can’t breathe till my heart won’t beat anymore.. ☆

[dutchhardcore-champion]

‎⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘‎⫘⫘⫘⫘

‎intro 🀥

༺nr.1 Scandinavian boy fan༻

•sideblog for @dutchhardcore-world ☆

• ⚢

•20

•currently writing for arcane and Joost Klein٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

‎

masterlist coming soon!!

‎strawpage: ⁦‪ja1lbreak.straw.page

ੈالوحدة ستنقذنا جميعاً

[joostglazer]

It feels so fucking good…

[thejoostklein]

oh he loves praise huh... @kleinism ......imagine how talkative he is during sex...

[kleinism]

OH I JUST KNOW HE BABBLES DURING SEX… I JUST KNOW IT

[catholicfacade]

not to sexualize joost or anything…

but we’re all aware of this clip right???🫣

[klik0bak]

Edging perv Joost as a punishment and he gets all overstimulated, begging to be allowed to cum

ooh yesss!!

hes been sooo needy all day, just begging you to deal with him & being a bratty mess whining & pouting whenever you tell him "later, baby. the more you whine the worse it will be." he doesnt listen, unfortunately for him.

and when you finally get to him? of course he thinks hes just gonna get away with how he acted before. he allllways does! hes your good boy after all! but not this time.

"nuh-uh puppy, you remember what i said earlier?" you coo at him, slowly unzipping his jeans & yanking them down his legs. "you wouldnt really do that to me.. would you?" he whines back, staring at you, his pretty two-toned brows knitting together with need.

"oh yes i would, because a certain boy needs to learn his lesson." you say, pulling his pretty dick out of his boxers. his pink tip is already whining with need, dripping precum all over your hand as you begin stroking him. "no.. didnt even do anything.." he whines back at you.

"we both know that you remember how you acted earlier. i should go harder on you since youre choosing to act oblivious." you say as you begin stroking him, slow & light, keeping him on edge. youve barely touched him and hes already writhing with need, squirming every which way.

"fuck- please? im sorry, i promise," he whines at you. "ill be good next time i promise, dont make this any worse for me. just wanna cum for you." he manages out, needy & winded from your stroking. "look how needy you already are, gosh. maybe you should think next time." you keep going, feeling his dick leaking even more over your hand. "are you even gonna be able to hold back?" you tease. "youre leaking so much i wouldnt be surprised if you couldnt make it." smirking and speeding up your strokes.

hes squirming again from the change in pace, soft whines emerge from his lips. "please, youre right, im not- please just let me cum now, please." he whines, broken from your teasing. "aww puppy, and why should i listen to you?" you coo, continuing your harsh pace. "ill be good next time, i promise. just please just, let me- please-" hes cut off by a whine emerging from his throat.

"cmon, you dont think you can make it a couple more minutes, baby?" you tease. "no, im sorry- im-" hes cut off by another moan before he spills all over your hand. "fuck- im sorry- please." he whines staring down at his dick, white filmy release covering your hand which is still lingering around him. "you really couldnt hold back, huh puppy? ill let you get cleaned up for a minute but after that, mmm ill let what i do be a surprise, baby."

[dutchhardcore-champion]

Goat made a new goated GOAT post

[klik0bak]

Edging perv Joost as a punishment and he gets all overstimulated, begging to be allowed to cum

ooh yesss!!

hes been sooo needy all day, just begging you to deal with him & being a bratty mess whining & pouting whenever you tell him "later, baby. the more you whine the worse it will be." he doesnt listen, unfortunately for him.

and when you finally get to him? of course he thinks hes just gonna get away with how he acted before. he allllways does! hes your good boy after all! but not this time.

"nuh-uh puppy, you remember what i said earlier?" you coo at him, slowly unzipping his jeans & yanking them down his legs. "you wouldnt really do that to me.. would you?" he whines back, staring at you, his pretty two-toned brows knitting together with need.

"oh yes i would, because a certain boy needs to learn his lesson." you say, pulling his pretty dick out of his boxers. his pink tip is already whining with need, dripping precum all over your hand as you begin stroking him. "no.. didnt even do anything.." he whines back at you.

"we both know that you remember how you acted earlier. i should go harder on you since youre choosing to act oblivious." you say as you begin stroking him, slow & light, keeping him on edge. youve barely touched him and hes already writhing with need, squirming every which way.

"fuck- please? im sorry, i promise," he whines at you. "ill be good next time i promise, dont make this any worse for me. just wanna cum for you." he manages out, needy & winded from your stroking. "look how needy you already are, gosh. maybe you should think next time." you keep going, feeling his dick leaking even more over your hand. "are you even gonna be able to hold back?" you tease. "youre leaking so much i wouldnt be surprised if you couldnt make it." smirking and speeding up your strokes.

hes squirming again from the change in pace, soft whines emerge from his lips. "please, youre right, im not- please just let me cum now, please." he whines, broken from your teasing. "aww puppy, and why should i listen to you?" you coo, continuing your harsh pace. "ill be good next time, i promise. just please just, let me- please-" hes cut off by a whine emerging from his throat.

"cmon, you dont think you can make it a couple more minutes, baby?" you tease. "no, im sorry- im-" hes cut off by another moan before he spills all over your hand. "fuck- im sorry- please." he whines staring down at his dick, white filmy release covering your hand which is still lingering around him. "you really couldnt hold back, huh puppy? ill let you get cleaned up for a minute but after that, mmm ill let what i do be a surprise, baby."

[leahdrawz]

scene jinx !! is the arcane fandom still alive guys

[joost-etc]

Clip from Eurosonic Noorderslag 2023!

[dutchhardcore-champion]

i wanna write again but dont have any ideas so send requests i’m up to write anything o(≧▽≦)o!

[dutchhardcore-champion]

I don’t remember making this blog so long ago woah i have to think about this😭

[rosescafe55]

When y/n does something so ridiculous you make this face

[dutchhardcore-champion]

hihi about the joost ed fic, is it joost with an ed or the reader

coz if its joost do i have a clip for you

in joosts "most honest qna ever" someone straight up asks "why are you so fat"

"am i really that fat..?" "you are pretty fat bro" then he deflects by being like haha in the comments guess how much i weigh, he's stronger than me i would've cried

and idk if yk but in life story he mentions having an ed

woah i need to find that if it’s on yt,also i’m writing it with reader having an ed,because i don’t know what joost struggles with and also can’t write it^_^

[dutchhardcore-champion]

jilco is the same if not worse as vijinx btw

[dutchhardcore-champion]

guys what happened to family anon i miss them😭

[dutchhardcore-champion]

me waiting patiently for mi anon requests to be taken

[shimmerandink]

hii i was wondering if you could do female Arcane characters with a reader who is insecure about her big thighs

Hello! Thank you for your request! Sorry for taking so long! Hope you’ll enjoy!

Arcane Women x Reader! Who’s Insecure About Her Thighs

Characters: Vi | Jinx | Caitlyn | Mel | Sevika

Vi

~You offhandedly mutter something about your thighs being “too big” while changing after a workout, and Vi looks at you like you just told her the sky’s green.

~“Too big? Babe, do you see these?” she says, slapping her own leg with a grin. “You’re talkin’ to someone who could crush a watermelon between her knees.”

~She doesn’t try to lecture you, she just reframes everything into strength. When you’re training, she points out how your legs drive every punch, every jump, every victory.

~“You don’t hit that hard without power behind you,” she says proudly. “That’s all thighs, sweetheart.”

~When you’re curled up together on the couch, she always ends up tracing lazy circles on your leg, grounding you with touch.

~“You know what I love about you?” she murmurs. “You look like you could take on the world. And win.”

~If you ever get quiet about your body again, she’ll nudge you, half teasing, half serious.

~“You think I could fall for someone weak? Nah. You’re perfect.”

Jinx

~She notices right away, the little things, like how you tug your shorts down or cross your legs when she’s looking.

~“Hey, hey, hey. What’s this about?” she demands one day, twirling a wrench like a conductor’s baton.

~You mumble something about your thighs, and she drops the tool dramatically.

~“Excuse me? You mean those masterpieces? Girl, please. People pay for legs like that!”

~She starts making jokes immediately, the kind that pull laughter out of you when you least expect it.

~“I’m founding the Thigh Appreciation Society. Current members: me, also me.”

~When she sprawls across your lap, she sighs like she’s sinking into heaven.

~“Softest seat in Zaun. I’m never leaving.”

~Her teasing isn’t cruel, it’s healing. It’s a reminder that you can be admired without apology.

~And when she catches you looking uncomfortable in your skin, she just smirks, hooks her pinky with yours, and says,

~“You’re allowed to like what you see, y’know. I already do.”

Mel Medarda

~You mention your insecurity quietly one evening, expecting her to brush it off or laugh, but she doesn’t.

~She sets her book aside, eyes calm and golden.

~“You truly believe that?” she asks softly, not condescending, just sad.

~Mel looks at you like you’re art, studied, adored, immortalized in her mind. She stands and traces the curve of your thigh with gentle fingers.

~“You were built by strength and life. You carry yourself like the earth itself sculpted you.”

~Later, you find a painting on her easel, half finished, soft light on skin, all curves and confidence. You don’t even need to ask who it is.

~When you get flustered, she only smiles.

~“Don’t hide, darling. I am inspired by you — exactly as you are.”

~Around her, self-consciousness feels almost foolish. She makes you believe beauty is something you already own.

Caitlyn Kiramman

~Caitlyn notices your hesitation long before you say anything. The way you adjust your clothes, avoid mirrors, cross your arms when someone takes a photo.

~She doesn’t tease, that’s not her way. Instead, she approaches it like she does everything: calmly, compassionately.

~“You know,” she says one morning, eyes gentle, “that outfit doesn’t just suit you. It celebrates you.”

~When you compare yourself to others, she shakes her head.

~“You see flaws where I see strength. Do you know how beautiful you look when you walk into a room? People notice.”

~At home, she always seems to touch your legs absentmindedly, tracing patterns as you talk, leaning against you while reading.

~One evening, she looks up from her book and says quietly,

~“If only you could see yourself through my eyes for a moment. You’d never speak so harshly again.”

~You don’t need to answer; the warmth in her voice does all the healing for you.

Sevika

~The first time you call your thighs “too much,” Sevika nearly chokes on her drink.

~“Too much?” she repeats, laughing. “Sweetheart, they’re perfect. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.”

~She has a way of making you feel wanted just by how she looks at you, slow, deliberate, appreciative.

~When you sit on her lap, her mechanical hand rests on your thigh, the contrast of metal and skin sending a shiver through you.

~“You know,” she murmurs, “these could crush me, and I wouldn’t even complain.”

~She’s not one for flowery compliments, but she shows you, the lingering glances, the way she reaches for you absentmindedly.

~If you ever get lost in your own head, she just pulls you close, firm but gentle.

~“Quit pickin’ yourself apart,” she says quietly. “You’re everything I like in one person. Got it?” And somehow, with her, you do.

[shimmerandink]

The fic with Jinx and fem reader’s baby was so cute oh my god 😭 Could we please see a continuation where baby’s finally through teething, and she’s with Jinx and reader when she says her first word 🥹

I’m so glad you like it!!! I love cute fics with Jinx! I also found writing this one so adorable as well!! I hope you’ll enjoy! Thank you for your request! 🫶🫶

“Say It Again.”

Jinx x reader! With a baby

Fluff

Teething had nearly broken all of you.

For weeks the apartment had been a war zone of tiny screams, half empty bottles, and Jinx pacing the floor at ungodly hours like she was plotting revenge against baby teeth

themselves.

“She’s fighting her own mouth,” Jinx had muttered one night at three in the morning, bouncing your daughter carefully while you leaned against the kitchen counter, exhausted. “That’s not fair. I wanna punch evolution.”

You’d laughed weakly, even as your eyes burned. But eventually, the storm passed.

The tiny white edges finally pushed through. The drooling slowed. The furious chewing turned into curious nibbling. And for the first time in weeks, the apartment felt… calm.

Not silent, never silent, but softer.

Your daughter sat between you now on the living room floor, surrounded by a chaotic circle of Jinx-engineered toys. None explosive. None dangerous. Just colorful mechanical animals that blinked, spun, or made soft clicking sounds when tapped.

Jinx lay on her stomach nearby, chin propped in her hands, blue braids pooling around her shoulders as she watched the baby with laser focus.

“She’s thinking too hard,” Jinx murmured.

“She’s stacking blocks,” you replied, smiling.

“Exactly. Strategic.”

The baby babbled to herself, determinedly stacking one crooked wooden block on top of another. Her tongue peeked out slightly in concentration, a habit she’d absolutely stolen from Jinx.

The tower wobbled. Fell. She gasped dramatically. Then squealed with delighted outrage. Jinx grinned so wide it was almost blinding.

“She’s got your dramatics,” you teased.

“She’s got taste,” Jinx shot back.

You leaned forward, brushing your fingers gently through your daughter’s hair. She turned toward your touch immediately, eyes bright and curious.

“You’re getting so big,” you whispered softly. “No more angry teething monster.”

Your daughter blinked at you. Then she turned her head. Slowly toward Jinx. Jinx froze mid comment.

The baby studied her for a long second, like she was solving something very important.

Her tiny mouth opened.

“Mama.”

The room went completely still. You felt your heart slam into your ribs. Jinx didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe.

The baby tilted her head slightly.

“Mama.”

The second time was clearer.

Confident.

Like she’d tested the sound and decided she liked it.

Jinx’s hands flattened against the floor.

“…No way,” she whispered.

Your throat tightened painfully.

“Say it again,” you breathed.

Your daughter squealed happily at the attention and slapped her hands against the floor.

“Mama!”

Jinx made a broken sound, half laugh, half sob, and scrambled upright so fast she nearly knocked over one of the blinking metal toys.

“She said it,” Jinx said, voice cracking around the edges. “She said it.”

You were already crying.

Jinx crawled forward carefully now, like she was approaching something sacred. She reached out slowly, giving your daughter a second to pull away if she wanted.

She didn’t.

Tiny hands immediately grabbed fistfuls of Jinx’s shirt.

“Mama,” she repeated, proudly.

Jinx’s entire expression shifted. Softness filling her heart.

Completely undone.

“Yeah,” she whispered, pressing her forehead gently against the baby’s. “Yeah. That’s me.”

Her shoulders shook just slightly.

You could see it, the disbelief.

The weight of it. Like she couldn’t quite process that someone so small, so fragile, had looked at her and chosen that word. Chosen her.

“She chose me,” Jinx said quietly, almost to herself.

“She did,” you replied, stepping closer.

Your daughter turned her attention toward you now, eyes bouncing between both of you like she was checking something.

She reached for you with one chubby hand.

“…Ma.”

You felt your heart splinter in the best way possible.

Jinx gasped dramatically. “OH. Oh no. We’re both important.”

You laughed through tears, kneeling down and gathering them both into your arms. Your daughter squealed happily, clearly pleased with the emotional chaos she’d caused.

“Mama,” she said again, patting Jinx’s cheek.

“Ma,” she tried again, touching your collar.

Jinx pressed a messy kiss to her forehead.

“You’re real smug for someone who couldn’t sleep last week,” she muttered fondly.

The baby giggled.

And then, as if completely satisfied with herself, she collapsed against Jinx’s chest, tiny body suddenly heavy with exhaustion.

It happened so fast you barely had time to react.

Jinx froze again.

“She’s—”

“She’s just tired,” you whispered gently.

Jinx looked down at her like she was holding glass.

Your daughter’s breathing evened out almost immediately, tiny fingers still tangled in Jinx’s shirt.

“She said mama,” Jinx murmured again, softer this time.

You wrapped your arms around both of them from behind, resting your chin against Jinx’s shoulder.

“She did.”

Jinx swallowed hard.

There was something vulnerable in her expression now. Something raw and uncertain.

“I didn’t think I’d…” she trailed off.

You waited.

“I didn’t think I’d get to be that,” she admitted quietly. Your hand slid gently up her arm.

“You are,” you said softly.

She leaned back into you slightly, careful not to wake the baby. For once, there was no bravado. No jokes. Just warmth.

Later, when you laid your daughter in her crib and the apartment settled into a quiet hum, Jinx lingered by the doorway longer than usual.

“She said it so sure,” she whispered.

“She did.”

“What if I mess it up?”

You stepped closer, resting your hands on her waist.

“You already didn’t.”

Jinx looked at you like she wasn’t sure she believed that. But then she let out a slow breath.

“Okay,” she murmured.

When you both finally collapsed onto the couch, she pulled you into her side, tucking her face into your neck in a way she rarely allowed herself to.

“She said mama,” she said one last time, like she needed to feel the words in her mouth.

You smiled into her hair.

“Yeah.”

And in the quiet that followed, no crying, no pacing, no teething chaos, Jinx’s breathing softened.

For the first time since your daughter was born, she slept without tension in her shoulders.

Because someone small and perfect had looked at her and decided, that’s my mama.

[luvst4rc0r3]

"The Unexpected Couple"

Loser!Jinx x Reader

Nobody saw it coming. Nobody.

It was like one day, Jinx was just the chaotic loser that everyone tolerated at best—and the next? She was dating you. You. The person everyone actually liked, the one who had their life together, the one who could walk into a room and make people listen.

People thought it was a joke at first. A prank. Some kind of elaborate bet. But then they saw the way Jinx looked at you—like you were the sun and she was just some dumb little planet orbiting around you, completely at your mercy.

And the way you looked at her? Yeah. You were just as gone.

People’s Reactions:

Vi:

“Are you being blackmailed? Blink twice if you need help.”

She genuinely cannot wrap her head around it. Jinx, her loser little sister, who once ate an entire bag of uncooked pasta for fun, is somehow dating you? She thought it was fake until she saw you casually kiss Jinx on the cheek one day.

She short-circuited. Nearly dropped her protein shake. Stared at Jinx for a solid ten seconds before going,

“WHAT. THE. HELL.”

Sevika:

Doesn’t care much, but when she sees you cuddling up to Jinx at lunch, she just takes a long sip of her drink and mutters,

“This timeline is broken.”

Your Friends:

“Be honest. Did you lose a bet?”

“Are you okay? Like… mentally?”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LIKE HER?”

It’s not that they hate Jinx—it’s just that she’s Jinx. She forgets homework exists and once tried to teach a pigeon how to skateboard.

You just laugh and say, “Yeah, but she’s my idiot.”

And then Jinx, who overheard the whole thing, proceeds to melt into a puddle of emotions.

 Your Teachers:

Your math teacher literally pulled you aside one day like,

“You’re such a bright student. Don’t let… distractions ruin your potential.”

Meanwhile, Jinx is in the background, chewing on a pen, 100% unaware that she’s the distraction in question.

Your Relationship in School:

PDA? Oh yeah. Jinx never cared about being subtle in the first place, but now that she has you? She’s insufferable. Walks you to class even though she’s late for her own. Steals your hoodies and wears them oversized because, “They smell like you.” Leaves dumb doodles in your notebooks (half of them are just little hearts with your name in them). Jinx is constantly showing off. And by “showing off,” I mean doing the dumbest, most reckless stunts imaginable. If there’s a terrible idea, she’s already doing it before you can stop her.

Jinx: “Bet I can jump from this stairwell and land perfectly.”

You: “Jinx, no—”

Jinx: [proceeds to fall flat on her face]

You: “Oh my god.”

And yet, you’re always the first one helping her up, laughing as you brush off the dirt from her hoodie.

She falls harder every time.

She thrives off making you blush. For someone who is usually a mess, Jinx is unexpectedly bold when it comes to flirting.

One day, you’re minding your own business when she leans in and whispers, “You look really good today.”

You turn red. She grins like she just won the lottery.

“I make you nervous, don’t I?”

She does. She really, really does.

Nobody gets how you put up with her. She’s always late, never does her homework, and is basically a human raccoon. But when she falls asleep in your lap during study hall, drooling on your sweater, you just shake your head and pull her closer.

Because yeah, she’s a disaster. But she’s your disaster.

MAN IM JUST TRYING TO LOAD ALL OF MY DRAFTS

I want food and sleep