#there's more im sure but off the top of my head this is it

[angelixxsweetheart]

we need more jinx x top reader, we need more jinx x top reader, WE NEED MORE TOP READER PUH LEASEEE.

happy new year btw!

Jinx x top!reader

happy new year too you too!!

men and minors dni

NSFW MENTIONED

warnings: thigh grinding, begging, fingering (giving)

requests are as empty as my head is after writing this btw

Your hands were holding on to your lovers hips as the girl with eletric blue haired braided together to long strands was bouncing on your thigh. The only sounds filling the room were the sounds of skin slapping against skin and Jinxs sweet small whimpers and moans as she grinded down against the flesh of your thigh. "Good fucking girl" You cooed out, your lips ghosting over the skin of her uncovered collarbones, leaving kisses and light nibbles as your girlfriend only winded in response.

"Please, please" She begged out, not even sure of what exactly shes begging for as your hands were guiding her up and down your thigh in an agonizingly slow pace, already covered in her juices dripping down on your skin. Maybe she wanted to go faster, maybe she wanted to take control. But right now, she was just sitting there and being the good girl for you.

"Please- wanna feel you..." She pathetically moaned out, pink eyes staring into yours as you just carried on with moving her hips. "Move and I stop" You had warned her beforehand as she already tried to get herself off with your thigh. This was the punishment she was receving because just prior that day, the two of you went out to the movies with a few friends and Jinx could not keep her hands off you. Always sneaking over your thighs and taunting teases and vulgar comments into your ear about how pretty you look.

You decided to make it a little easier for her, your hands speeding up their paces as she moved on your thigh, her sensitive and already swollen clit meeting your skin while moans left her dark painted lips. "Go- gods, baby please" She begged again. "Wanna feel you inside me" Her words left you incredibly wet, but something about seeing the usually so snarky blue haired begging for release was intoxicating.

And with that you hooked your other leg underneath Jinx, spreading her pale thighs apart so that youll have more access to her beautiful pussy that you loved to dig your tongue inside and devour her like your last meal. Just not this time. This time, your fingers found their way to her cunt, trailing over the skin and ghosting her clit.

"Baby!" Jinx immediately yelled out, in need of feeling you more, feeling you fill her up. You only bit down into the crook of her neck, soothing the light bite with your tongue licking her skin. She was a mess, and she was your mess.

Your fingers went the same path once more, feeling her squirm and that caused you to come to a halt. "You want me to stop?" You asked her in a low tone, eyes staring into hers as you awaited the answer. "N-no, keep going...I need you so bad" She insisted. And so your fingers found her pussy again, this time letting one of your digits slip into her wet hole and feel her warmth welcome you.

She moaned in response, trying her hardest to not move her hips on your finger as she was so desperate to cum already. All the teasing from before made her insane. "Another" She demanded and you were quick on thinking about just pulling out and leaving her to not reaching her high. But she was your pretty girl. And you adored it when she rode your fingers, when she makes a mess all over you.

So you follow, two of your fingers moving in and out of her wet cunt while curling up and hitting the same spot that made Jinx arch her back and moan out in pleasure. "This what you wanted? From teasing me?" You taunted into her ear, your lips finding the skin of her neck and sucking on it, leaving dark marks on her ghostly pale skin.

"Im close- so close, baby" Jinx only moaned out in response as if blurring anything out, panting out as she suddenly stared to bounce and move her hips up and down your fingers, the base of your hand hitting her clit in response which only made her moan louder. But you kept on moving, you loved seeing her fucked out expression, how her eyebrows knot together in pleasure, how her small tits moved when she bouced and how her eyes roll back as you made her feel so very good no one else was ever able to.

"Fuck.." You gasped in response, the heat between your own thighs growing in response as you felt how her pussy easily swallowed up all your fingers. "Cum for me, angel" You could only encourage between holding in moans.

And she did. Her wall tightened around your fingers, her hands gripping into your shoulders as her hips desperately grinded down your digits. The sound of her moaning your name, her fucked out expression and the mixtures of her sounds almost enough to make the heat between your legs unbearable.

The pace of your fingers slowed down as Jinxs stopped bouncing on them, you pull them out and moved them to Jinxs lips to push them apart. "Im not done with you yet, y'know that" You then warned her, the feeling of her wet tongue twirling around your digits as she licked them clean, tasting herself off them.

[screwitbaby]

naive

hamzahthefantastic x reader (fic)

day 4/7

summary: part 4 of my short story naive! the four of you go to the club and while the couple are still fighting, you and hamzah act on your feelings a lil more. but it can only go so well for so long…

contains: SFW content, some kissing and touchy touchy ;)

w/c: 2.5k-ish

a/n: i couldn’t let you guys go into the new year without updating this story. im the worst but tysm for the support yall are so sweet i could cry xxxx enjoy!!!<3 read the a/n at the end if u care to know more

~

The couple's bad mood was not simply slept off and it's ruining your vibe.

You and Mandy are getting ready in their en suite bathroom while Hamzah and Martin speak in hushed tones in the bedroom. The bathroom door is open, and every so often you look at the space over your shoulder in the mirror and make eye contact with Martin from the bed. He looks away immediately, not at all subtle. It's like a game at this point, seeing how many times you can catch him in the act.

"Is he gonna do this all night," you mumble, applying your mascara after yet another match of eye-tag.

"We could just close the door," Mandy offers. She pays no mind to the childish behavior behind you, straightening her hair without sparing him a single glance.

"You're so right," you say and get up to shut it yourself.

Once your makeup is pretty much done, you decide to start getting dressed. You turn the music on her speaker up and give yourself a once-over in the mirror, holding different outfits beside your body to see what you want to wear for the night.

"I don't know what to wear. Wanna match?" you ask, placing your chin on top of her head to stop her movements. She nearly clamps your neck with the straightener. "Hey!"

"Sure," she laughs. "Grab my suitcase, please."

You put your clothes back down and step out of the bathroom to bring her suitcase in. You shimmy it out of its place by the TV stand, not missing the way the boys go completely silent until you're gone.

"Top zipper, the satin blue dress," Mandy instructs.

You hand it to her and sit by your own bag of clothes to rummage through it. You find a top and skirt set in a similar baby blue color then hold it up for her to see.

"Yes, no, yes?"

"Yes, definitely."

You apply your lip combo and take a few silly photos in the mirror with Mandy, your made up faces clashing with your baggy tees. One of the better photos are posted on your Instagram story for fun. When you finally get changed—you guys had a dance break to some y2k club classics—you put your heels on and realize you need a little pregame.

When you walk into the bedroom this time, the boys are leaned against the headboard and on their phones, mindlessly scrolling. You go by Martin's side of the bed and poke him repeatedly until he looks up.

"Do you happen to have the penjamin on you?"

"That depends," he says, putting his hand in his pocket. "What's the magic word?"

You roll your eyes. "Please?"

He pulls the little device out of his pocket and presents it to you in his palm. When you go to grab it, he makes a fist and holds it above his head.

"Please who?"

"I'm not calling you Daddy," you scoff, prying his fingers open and snatching the pen from his grasp. He barely puts up a fight. "That's Hamzah's job."

At the mention of his name, Hamzah looks up and seems like he's about to say something to retaliate but freezes. His gaze drags down your figure and you blush.

"Maybe it's not his job," Martin says smugly, "since you made him speechless."

Hamzah snaps out of it and elbows his friend in the side.

“It would be your girlfriend's job if you weren't being petty right now."

You wince at the sullen expression that washes over Martin's face.

"Right."

All you can do is watch as he clambers off the bed and walks out of the room. You lean against the wall and slide the balcony door open with a sigh.

"He can't seriously be that mad," Hamzah says. "I was kidding."

"He can dish it, but he can't take it," you say, too used to his behavior. "And he's extra sensitive right now, so."

"Well, they better not ruin our night with that stuff." Hamzah crosses his arms.

"I won't let them."

"Yeah?" Hamzah snorts. "What're you gonna do about it?"

"Um." You take a hit and blow the smoke outside. "I'll think of something if I need to step in."

Hamzah laughs at your empty threat and you smile. You take another hit before offering the dab pen to him.

"I have a feeling I should be sober for tonight."

"Boring," you sing out. "It'll be fine. C'mon, feel my peer pressure."

You wiggle your fingers at him and he shakes his head, laughing lightly. When he silently puts his hand out a few seconds later, you cheer. The room fills with the loud music from Mandy's speaker as he takes his first hit.

"So," you begin, already feeling slightly heady. "What were you guys whispering about earlier?"

"I shouldn't say."

"Really?"

He nods. "It was partly about their fight. Partly the trip. And you."

"Me?" You point at yourself with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah." He shrugs. "I can't divulge the details."

"That's bullshit."

"I never ask what you guys say about me."

"Hey—I don't—what?" you stutter, unable to come up with a defense.

"C'mon," he says, tilting his head. "I'm not that oblivious."

Your eyes narrow. You've never once considered that this cupid thing Martin was pulling on you could have gone both ways. You don't know if you're relieved for him stepping in to push his friend closer to you, or annoyed that he's even meddling in this whole thing. It makes you wonder if Martin knows what happened by the time he and Mandy returned to the beach last night.

"Speaking of details." You clear your throat. "Do you even know what club we're going to?"

Your attempt at changing the topic is weak, but as per usual, Hamzah rolls with it to save you any embarrassment.

"No clue. Martin keeps his trip itinerary locked in his notes."

The conversation devolves into a bunch of what if's about the night and jokes that are only funny because you guys are high. When Mandy finally comes to join and sees the state of you two, you offer her a hit.

"What? No drinks?" She frowns.

"Hotel alcohol is like twenty bucks a pop! This is the next best thing."

"Ugh, fine. Give it."

With the three of you thoroughly blitzed, you collect Martin from the living room couch and make your way out of the hotel. He doesn't speak for a majority of the walk, and you think that's the longest you've ever heard him be quiet in a group setting.

Despite it being nearly 10 P.M., the air is pretty humid and forgiving on your exposed skin. The other thing about it being so late already, is that the club is absolutely chock-full of people when you enter. The dance floor of strangers are nearly toe to toe in proximity, and you wrap your arm with Mandy's to avoid getting separated in the crowd. The boys immediately beeline to the bar for drinks, but you don't let that stop your journey. You maneuver your way to the front of the stage and only let go of each other once you've found a bit of space to dance in.

The DJ nods at the two of you and you turn to raise your eyebrows suggestively at Mandy, who pushes your shoulder and continues dancing. You get lost in the beat, swaying and bouncing with the vibrations traveling through your limbs. The strobe lights illuminate your sweaty skin and you swear the energy in the room has you feeling higher. You begin grinding on each other and throw your heads back to laugh, trying to catch your breaths in between a multitude of bodies.

"Hey!" Mandy places her arms around your shoulders to catch your attention and you take it as a sign to grind on her. "I'm going to grab drinks.”

"No!" You turn and put your hands over hers. "Don't go!"

"I'll be right back!" She grins and squeezes you before letting go to disappear into the crowd.

Alone, you turn back to the stage and throw your hands in the air. You close your eyes for a moment, the pounding beats making a home in your brain. You're sure your ears will be ringing when you leave.

You wonder if Martin's drunk himself into a coma yet and knowing him, you know how easy that could be. You only hope this outing tonight doesn't make him do anything he regrets. Then you remember he’s a twenty-five year old man and you’re worrying about him while you’re supposed to be having fun. So, you shut your brain off and let the beat carry you.

When Mandy's back, she has two drinks in hand and Hamzah in tow. She hands you a cocktail and you graciously sip from your first alcoholic drink of the night.

"Where's Martin?" you ask.

"Bar!" she shouts over the music.

You shake your head. "Make up and make out already!"

She jabs your side and you giggle, swatting her hand away. Hamzah's doing something reminiscent of a frat flick, looking slightly out of it. You assume he's already done some shots and is way more intoxicated. So, being an empath, you finish your drink to get closer to his level. When you're done, you hand the empty cup to Mandy and wink at her. Your hand envelops Hamzah's and you pull him deeper in the crowd so you can dance together.

"I don't—I can't dance," he complains, nearly tripping over his own feet.

"C'mon, it's easy!"

You begin by swaying your hips, raising his hand in yours to guide him into a rhythm. He tries to follow along, shuffling around like a newborn deer. It's a funny sight, but you don't want him to stop if you tease him, so you bite back your amused smile. He slowly gets less self-conscious and continues on in his own way with the flow of the music, even twirling you around once or twice, laughing all the way as you narrowly avoid knocking into people. His eyes never leave you, like he's constantly thinking of his next move to impress you.

After letting him freestyle some more, you pull him close and wrap your arms around his shoulders. He falters at the change in pace and his hands fall at your hips. Your hands rest at the nape of his neck and he shivers at the way your fingertips grace his skin. The rapid strobe lights nearly blind you, but you hold eye contact.

"Was that so bad?" you ask, tilting your head to the side.

"Yes," he says sarcastically. "I hate dancing."

"But I like your dancing."

You sway with him, careful not to step on his toes in your heels. Close up, you can nearly feel his breath on your face. You take a moment to admire his eyelashes and the way his eyes are slightly bloodshot, willing him to break the eye contact. He leans in closer.

"I like your dancing more."

You can't help but grin. His expression mimics yours.

"Yeah, well," you start, bringing your thumb up to trace the side of his jaw, "I like you."

He ducks down and captures your lips in a kiss. It takes you by surprise. You hadn't spoken a word about your kiss since last night, and you were beginning to think you made a mistake by acting on your impulses. Evidently, he doesn't seem to mind it as much as you'd worried.

The tip of his nose presses against your cheek as he shifts his head to deepen the kiss. Though the room is warm, this makes you hotter than any amount of dancing could've done. His palms squeeze your hips and your fingers rise to play with his curls. They're soft to the touch, just as you suspected. You tug lightly as the kiss gets more insatiable.

"Ouch," he mumbles against your lips, barely loud enough to hear. You snicker and tug it again, making him pull away. "I said ouch."

"I know," you laugh out. "Sorry."

"That funny?" he questions. You nod, grinning at his playful irritation. "See how you like it."

His hand trails up your back until his fingers are at your scalp and he gently pulls on your roots. Your head moves back with his action and your lips part, exhaling a shaky breath. His eyes widen. He does it again. You reach up to kiss him again.

It's hotter this time, in both senses of the word. Your skin goes alight with a blaze even the coldest shower couldn't reduce. You drape your wrists over his shoulders, your beaded bracelet pressing into him the same way his is imprinting into the sliver of bare skin below your top.

Realizing you’re standing in place in the midst of a lively dance floor, you break from the kiss and turn so your back is against his front. You pull his arms around your shoulders and sway, deliberately pressing yourself against him. You enjoy hearing the way his breath hitches next to your ear, always needing to find a new way to tease him. You know if you could have it your way without seeming too desperate too soon, you’d be doing more than just dancing.

“I like you, too,” he says, clutching you closer to him. “I forgot to say.”

You turn your head and nearly kiss his cheek because of how cute he is. “Thanks for clearing that up.”

“And I really like your dancing.”

His suggestive words spur you into grinding on him more, anything to get a reaction out of him, and it works every time. The two of you keep going this way until your thighs are burning and you’re out of breath. If it weren’t for the visual reminder, you would’ve forgotten that you came here with other people.

A couple feet away, you spot two familiar heads weeding through the crowd and slowly drawing nearer. You step away from Hamzah, who looks at you with an unreadable expression on his face. Before you can explain yourself, you come face-to-face with Mandy. Martin stops a bit away.

“Can we leave?” she rushes out.

Her mascara is running and her nose is red. Martin looks disgruntled, his eyes never staying in one place as he scans through the crowd. You grab her hand and nod. The four of you spot the nearest exit and leave promptly.

“What happened?” you ask once you’re out in the open. “Are you okay?”

“Can I stay in your room tonight?” Her eyes stay on the ground.

Your heart drops. “Of course.”

The walk back to the hotel is uneasy and fast-paced. The boys walk behind the two of you and you can hear Martin’s one word answers to everything Hamzah says to him. Your heels click and clack, barely providing a distraction from the hundreds of questions swarming your mind.

~

a/n: ooo we’re getting angsty. im so sorry this took so long and if u feel that it wasn’t worth the wait, the truth is ive been so sick recently like never before in my life and i haven’t felt a lick of motivation to write. ive had to rewrite these chapters so many times that its actually affecting me mentally because i wanna make u guys happy while actually enjoying writing. i promise u won’t have to wait this long ever again, but doing this story is making me realize i prefer writing short form stuff way more than stories like this because it’s simply less stress and fits my writing style more. thanks again for all the support and kind words, u guys have really warmed my heart and i hope u know that even tho this is fanfiction and it may seem silly, it’s really a labor of love and im so grateful that u actually like what i put out there. im so so so touched and i rlly love u guys, even if i don’t know u. parasocial virtual hugs to u all xoxoxo tysm. <3

[belaheart]

temptation.

abby x religious!reader cw: sexual tension, religious conflict. 1200 words.

the gym was supposed to be a place of clarity, where you could lose yourself in the rhythm of your routine and clear your mind. but lately, it had become a battleground for your thoughts. every day, you found yourself fighting an internal war, one that you weren't sure you could win. it wasn't the weights that weighed you down, but the undeniable pull you felt towards abby anderson.

abby wasn't just strong, she was everything. her muscles, the way her body moved with such power and precision, the way she walked with that effortless confidence - it all captivated you. and you couldn't stop watching her. you told yourself it was just admiration, but deep down, you knew it was more than that.

you tried to push the thoughts away. you were raised to believe in purity, in keeping your mind and body in check. your faith told you that these desires weren't right, that they conflicted with the values you held so close. but abby? abby was a temptation you couldn't ignore.

"hey, i've noticed you staring" abby's voice cut through your toughts, and you snapped your head up, caught in the act.

her smirk was playful, almost teasing. she was standing right in front of you, that cocky confidence radiating from her. she knew exactly what she was doing. "what's the matter, can't take your eyes off me?"

your face flushed, and you immediately looked down, trying to cover your embarrassment. "n-no, i wasn't staring" you stammered, your voice trembling just a little.

abby laughed, the sound rich and smooth. "don't lie to me. i've been working out here for a while, and i know when someone's checking me out" she leaned in closer, just enough to make your heart race. "it's okay, you know. i'd be lying if i said i didn't notice the way you look at me"

you swallowed hard, trying to find the words to respond. it was like she was challenging you, pushing you to admit something you weren't ready to say aloud. you knew she could see right through you. "i wasn't— i just-" your words stumbled over each other, your mind racing to make sense of the situation. "im trying to focus on my workout" you finally, managed to mutter.

"yeah? well, your 'focus' seems to be a little distracted by me. i can't help but notice how you keep looking in my direction." her voice dropped a little lower, more intimate, as if she was sharing a secret just for you. "don't worry, i'm used to it. i can be pretty hard to ignore."

you felt your heart skip a beat. everything about the way she spoke to you, the way she held herself, was sending your pulse racing. you couldn't deny it anymore. abby was right. you couldn't take your eyes off her. but the guilt gnawed at you, the voices in your head telling you this wasn't right. you had to push those thoughts away. this wasn't who you were supposed to be.

but abby wasn't giving you any room to breathe. she took a step closer, her body brushing against yours as she adjusted her position, her muscles flexing subtly under the tight tank top she wore. your breath caught in your throat, and you couldn't pull your gaze away.

"come on" she said, her tone now low and seductive. "you're here every day, staring at me, pretending you won't want this. don't pretend you dont like it” she reached out, her hand brushing lightly over your arm, sending an electric jolt through your body. "i see the way you look at me. it's obvious. so stop holding back"

you couldn't breathe. everything inside you screamed to step away, to remind yourself of what you were taught, of the values you'd worked so hard to uphold. but when abby touched you, when she spoke to you like that, all those thoughts started to blur, fading into the background. the only thing that mattered was her, standing so close, so confident, and so unbearably attractive.

"abby" you whispered, your voice barely audible, your heart pounding in your chest.

"i can't... i can't think like this. it's wrong"

abby chuckled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "wrong? who told you that?" she leaned in just a little closer, her lips dangerously close to your ear. "im not here to make you feel bad about it. im just giving you a little taste of what you've been wanting" her voice dropped to a whisper.

"you can't deny it, you want me”

it was like everything inside you shattered. the guilt, the internal conflict, it all faded away in that moment. the tension between you was too much to resist. you reached out, your hand trembling as you touched her arm, the warmth of her skin setting your nerves alight.

"abby" you said again, this time your voice steady, though full of desire. "i can't keep pretending i'm not...feeling like this"

she smiled, a knowing, cocky smile, as if she'd already won. "good" she said, her fingers lightly tracing your jaw. "i was getting tired of waiting for you to admit it”

you hesitated for only a moment before leaning in, your lips brushing against hers. it was tentative at first, unsure, but as the kiss deepened, all your doubts, all your fears, melted away. abby's kiss was like a drug, intoxicating and powerful, and you couldn't get enough.

when you finally pulled away, your breath was ragged, your body trembling with a mixture of desire and guilt. but abby just looked at you, her smirk still in place, as if this was all part of the plan.

"you're not the only one who's been fighting it" she said softly, her hand gently caressing your cheek.

© belaheart 2024. all rights reserved.

[cconfusedkat]

For another few decent weeks, I had been thinking abt Wilt's bishops,, and how I wanted them to look. Soooo over the past week, as well as pmv planning, I came up with a few things for the rest of the four :>ccc

This would be pre-betrayal, way before Wilt killed their siblings rather than,, just injuring them! No good deed! Ouch

Wilt had slowly become a spider everyone learned to fear by instinct. They had more members in their war cult compared to the other four—speeeaaaaking of cults, the only cult that didn't exist in Goat's world is the death cult! Instead, the purple crown of wisdom was given to Thanatos (a.k.a Narinder , puprinder if you will :>c for months i wanted to make a german spitz lol-)

Nowwww obligatory warning image ；

Hi! Hi. We good. Are we good now. Are you still okay with suicide and graphic death details . Let's continue 🎊

Their deaths were erased off the og two images up- but yeah, instead of leaving the four with injuries, they went with the full kill option,,, attempting to prove their worth as a god of war? Which? They SHOULDNT have since being a god AND monarch was already plentiful for them???? But hey i guess thats just how mental illness operates and passes down onto you

Ive yet to draw a proper thing for how thanatos. like. Laid there on his wooden bed with a carved skull. That was when i kept him as a cat but i changed my mind two days ago, and, well, here we are- hes a dog now-

Im about 50 seconds into the pmv so i dont have All the things i want to share from my brain! However without spoiling too much-

Wilt clearly did regret murdering their siblings after a while in Purgatory. This isnt them in Purgatory to clarify, as purgatory is a bright & neon orange and full of clouds,, plus we're missing the chain in the head if thats the case ^v^;;

Thanatos was the last planned one to die. Wilt was angry at how long he hid from them, and thanatos ... thanatos didnt know what else to do , especially considering he had a status to mantain and it was rather foolish of him to continue hiding.

Hours before Wilt would arrive to Thanato's palace, thanatos told his guards about framing wilt for murder. The guards looked at him like a crazed man (which, to be fair, he had a right to be going crazy cuz his siblings werent just dead but the other important gods were dying alongside,, he didnt wanna die under the wrath of the god of war. That'd make him look even more foolish than he already saw himself as)

Wilt busted down Thanato's door in his bedroom. Every other room in the palace of his was empty. They opened the curtains to only find his body laying flat—diagonally—on the wooden bed, his bishop clothes still on with a carved off head. His whole skull was visible and still had some blood left on the sockets and bone.

^ Forgot to mention, Wilt wasn't just freaked out at Thanato's still body on the bed. They freaked out because his "ichor" was red. Gods had black, blue, or golden ichor: mortals had just red blood. Wilt realized Thanatos felt every single second of pain from his own suicide.

Causing a panic response in Wilt as planned, they fell to their knees only crying more ichor,, Thanato's guards captured Wilt. It wasn't likely of them to go down without a fight. Areem, one of Thanto's main guards, knew this about Wilt; he prepared a step further, secretly being all the way on the top of the bed, plunging his sword into Wilt's head to go down through their whole body

UMMM. SO. That was what sent Wilt to Purgatory, can also be be referred to as The Above- Areem was the one to then guard Wilt usually in Purgatory. He gave them a change of robes, just not the ones they Actually wanted (the dark gray-purple robes with the gray-purple shall) WHIIIICH EXPLAINS THIS IMAGE FROM OCTOBER

Currently not too sure on what else to mention about these bishops! I did switch the evil's around, though :o) another little fact about Wilt is that their other four legs were cut off so that's why in Purgatory + Follower form they have two legs rather than their original spider form pre-betrayal.

I do wanna add that their actions are inexcusable so ,, even as a follower in goat's cult they're still like. Pretty rude and blunt. Sometimes it's on purpose, but lesser times its not on purpose. I like to believe they grew desensitized to death over time as well as lacking empathy due to social isolation for three millenia, so that explains their behavior much better rather than excusing it? They are the villain of their own history so- lmao-

The goat genocide happened simultaneously before and after Wilt's death! It took three millenia to eradicate all the goat's left of the warlands, perfect timing for Goat & Ram to die ++ showing up in Wilt's realm (which was another perfect convenience for two siblings to appear, since Thanatos died long ago and his wisdom crown was inactive,, the only crowns Wilt had access to were the crown of famine & the crown of wisdom! (Another thing that explained their changed title after giving goat & ram the crowns of war++wisdom, the god of fear and famine)

ER OK YEAH THAT MIGHT BE ALL I HAVE TO SHARE FOR NOW!! YAYYYYYY I just gotta continue working on the pmv :-3cc

[st4rwritez]

write a fluff oneshot where yn/oc is doing a lotttt of homework and shes like a biomed student and nika is bored and she tries literally everything to harass yn/oc into paying attention to her + taking a break

Second ficc of my droppp i love this request sm omg.

Study sesh

Pairings: Nika Mühl x Reader

Rating: smut And fluff!!

Summary: request above!!

౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩.

As a biomed student every score counted to you, no matter what assignment it was you made sure each one got your utmost attention, even if that meant staying up late or studying all day.

But in your girlfriend, Nika’s point of view it was the equivalent of torture to her.

Yes she understood most of the time leaving you to study but this was the 3rd time this week you were studying for an exam or doing homework for hours practically ignoring her.

So her amazing plan was to distract you until you gave her at-least a minute of attention after three grueling days.

It first started out with small hugs over your shoulders while you wrote.

“Bebo please take a break you’re over working yourself” she said draping one of her arms around your shoulders her head resting on your head as she fiddled with your short cut pink shorts that were teasing her all night long.

“Im alright niks just a few more minutes.. mmk?!” You said returning to your work.

She left but that wasn’t going to stop her. After about 10 minutes she walked back into your room.

Again, she draped her arms around your shoulders yet this time she placed a kiss on the back of your neck before she said “Its been a few minutes babe”

“Im sorry, just a few more minutes okay pretty girl?” You said eyes glued to your studies.

“Okay then” Not giving up she stayed there this time her arms still over your shoulders but this time every now and than she would kiss your neck or trace on your shoulder lightly.

You fought to ignore it getting back to your studies, but nika was very hard to ignore, especially when she was needy like this.

“Babe i need to study okay?!?” You said but she just traced down your arm lightly.

“Wow you don’t even wanna spend time with your girlfriend huh?!?” She said letting her hand trace halfway down your arm before she let it go slightly on your chest and traced on your under boob.

“No…niks” you said as your hand stopped writing.

“It sounds like that now doesn’t it bebo?!?” Her hands slithered from your body as she kissed your neck again on your sensitive spot behind your neck, this time biting down lightly.

“Nika..” you breathed out before dropping your pencil on your desk.

With that she pulled your small frame up from your chair and you did the rest immediately you both crashed into a kiss Nika’s hand grabbing the sides of your face pulling your face closer to hers.

Nika’s hand trailed up your shirt to unclip your bra.

You pulled away before going to Nika’s neck nipping at it leaving some marks across the bottom of her neck.

“Oh fuck” she said head tilted back as she grabbed one of your breasts from underneath your shirt making pleasure pool up in your underwear.

You pushed her onto the bed attacking her neck with marks and kisses.

Before you could start on her she made sure she took off your small pink shorts discarding them. “Those were teasing me all night now weren’t they babe?”

She pulled on your panties asking for permission and you nodded quickly as she discarded them, than discarding her own sweatpants and underwear.

You decided it was for the best if she had her top off as well, hickeys already piling up on her neck.

Your mouth went straight to the mount of her breasts sucking harshly as Croatian words you couldn’t even understand started spilling out of her mouth.

“This what you wanted baby?!?” You said sitting up.

“Yes..god yes” she said before sitting up with you now sitting on her lap.

She guided your hips right where she wanted feeling yourself slick on her, then laying back down slightly as you took the hint.

She motioned your hips in a circle against her clit leading you “there you go baby, you got it” she said her breath quickening.

She let go and you crossed your leg against her scissoring her clit.

“God yes bebo… doing so good for me” she said as her back arched into you.

A moan escaped your mouth as you rolled your hips faster adding more pressure feeling yourself against her.

You let your hand trace on her abs as you both moaned messily.

“Good girl” you said as she gripped on the bed sheets under her eyes closed.

You let your head tilt down slightly to nip on the skin of her abs getting a reaction from her as her mouth opened slightly.

You moved your hair out of your face before you rose your head again, this time letting it fall back in pleasure.

Nika looked up at you admiring you. “You look so good like this, on top of me my bebo”

Before you could go any longer she stopped you as you looked down at her.

“Nika please” you said laying on her chest moving your legs back in between hers on the bed.

“Shhh just trust me babe” she said before flipping you both over, her now hovering over you.

Without a second to waste she kissed down your body giving you chills, making it to your clit.

She immediately with no warning, lapped around your folds as if she was starved of you.

“Fuck nika oh my god” you moaned out.

Hearing your moans nika quickened her pace on you sucking and lapping around your clit her nose buried deep into your folds.

Without a second thought she plunged her finger into your hole as you grabbed onto her hair letting out a scream, you covered your mouth.

“Don’t stop please” you yelped out felling yourself come close as she harshly thrusted her fingers in and out of you.

You admired how easily it was for Nika to please you, no matter what she had to do she always would.

it was one of the things you loved most about her.

She always knew what you wanted, or needed.

“Niks..I’m close baby” you said placing a hand in her hair for support pulling light enough not to hurt her.

She didn’t stop there until you finished all over her fingers and face, of course she licked every last bit of you up.

She removed her fingers from you and kissed you softly. “So good for me baby, thank you” she said before climbing into bed with you, moving you on top of her.

“Fuck you were right i needed that.” You said playing with her hair.

She kissed you on your forehead “i know bebo you were so good for me tonight” she said lightly scratching your back.

[callme-holly]

PLIS PLIS PLIS DALLY X DAUGHTER OF A COP AND MY SOUL IS YOURS 😭🙏

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 [𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚/𝐧: this has been requested a whole bunch and im so glad bc ive had this idea running round my head for so long. also ty to the person who answered my last a/n about the images!

The station buzzed with its usual chaos as you walked in, weaving your way past the bustling cops who were attempting to wrangle a group of boys who thought picking a fight was going to somehow work in their favour and get them out of whatever trouble they’d gotten themselves into. It was a familiar sight—your father was the chief of police after all, and handling greasers and punks alike took up almost every spare inch of his time. 

You didn't need to ask the flustered woman on the front desk if you could go through; she knew you well enough by now to just wave you on without question. Besides, she looked like she had her hands full, and you weren’t sure you had it in you to add any more stress to her plate.

Instead, you focused on making your way to the main office at the back of the building, the paper bag containing your dad's lunch secured safely in one hand, the other holding tightly onto the strap of your purse. The hall was lined with posters, most of them portraying bold slogans and cartoony images about theft, violence, drug use, and the like, all of which  were so over the top that you couldn't help but scoff, shaking your head fondly as you rounded the corner and headed straight for the door marked ‘Chief’s Office.’  

Shouting from inside the room interrupted your thought process immediately, and you froze in place, staring at the closed door with wide eyes as your heart rate spiked slightly. A thick new york accent cut through the quiet, and you let out a long breath, knowing all to well who it was inside there with your dad. 

“What’ve you done now…” you mumble quietly, rolling back your shoulders in an attempt to steel yourself. Gripping the door handle, you twisted it and stepped inside quietly, lingering awkwardly in the entrance until someone took notice of your presence. 

In the middle of the room, standing in front of his desk with his arms crossed, was your father, wearing an expression that could only be described as exasperated. He was glaring down at the boy sitting on the opposite side, whom you could recognise without even looking at his face, his blonde hair tousled, and his arms crossed against his chest. He looked every bit bored, and it didn't seem like he was paying an ounce of attention to the words leaving your dad's mouth, his eyes darting lazily around the room before landing on you.

He raised a brow, a smirk tugging at his lips when you finally met his gaze, and you felt your face heat up as you cleared your throat quickly.

“Winston, eyes on me.” Your dad snaps, and Dallas turns back around with a huff, shrugging lightly as your dad steps towards you. 

 You swallow hard, meeting his gaze as he places one hand on your shoulder.

“Hi,” he greets quietly, and you give him a soft smile, handing over the bag and brushing your hair back from your face. 

“Hey,” you mutter, trying to ignore the way Dallas is watching you once more, his smirk widening slightly. 

“Nice of you to join us, doll.” He calls out, and your dad whirls around to shoot him a glare, silencing him immediately but not wiping the stupidly smug smile off his face. 

“You be quiet,” he snaps, and you want nothing more than for the ground to open up beneath you and swallow you whole. Nobody is supposed to know about you two, certainly not your family—they'd kill you if they found out you were dating someone like him—a hoodlum. And yet here he was, smirking up at you, almost as if he's daring you to say something, challenging you to act like you don't know who he is. 

You tightened your grip on your purse strap and looked away, trying to steady your breathing and control the way your face grows hot once more. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Dallas watching you intently, his expression unreadable beneath that ever-present smirk. 

Your dad’s gaze flickered between the two of you, eyebrows raised slightly. When he speaks again, it's directed back at Dallas, his tone firm and commanding. “Get out of here, kid. And don't let me catch you stirring up trouble again.”

Dallas nods shortly, shooting you another brief glance before slipping around the desk and towards the door, his hand brushing yours as he passes. You barely suppress the jolt of surprise and the butterflies erupting in your stomach, instead forcing a polite smile and a nod of your own as you follow him to the doorway, your dad watching closely.

“Thanks for lunch,” he calls after you, and you can only shoot him a quick, polite smile before closing the door behind you.

You let out a shaky breath, rubbing absently at the back of your neck before rushing down the hall to catch up with Dallas, who is standing outside, waiting for you by the stairs.

“Close call, huh?” He looks far too smug for your liking, and you can only swat him lightly on the shoulder, grabbing his arm and dragging him towards your car. 

“Yeah, close alright,” you mutter dryly, stopping just short of the driver’s side door. “What were you thinking? Do you know how much trouble you could’ve gotten us into?” 

His grin widens in response, and he leans casually back against the vehicle. “Cool it, doll. Your old man, don’t suspect a thing.” 

“Oh, sure.” You scoff, throwing open the door and getting in, tossing your purse onto the backseat, and starting the engine. Dallas scrambles in after you, and you don’t even wait for him to buckle his seat belt before pulling out of the parking lot. 

“Hey, listen,” he says suddenly, his tone a little softer than usual. “You think if he knew, he'd just let it slide? No offence, sweetheart, but your dad isn't exactly the understanding type. If he knew about this,” he gestures awkwardly between you both. “I'd be dead. He'd make my life hell, and you know it.”

You sigh heavily, knowing he's right. As much as you hate to admit it, he does have a point, although it doesn’t stop your annoyance from bubbling just below the surface.

“Whatever…” You huff, keeping your eyes focused solely on the road, and you hear your boyfriend chuckle quietly, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. The heat of the touch makes you shudder, and you shoot him a warning glance,  ignoring the way your heart jumps when he smiles at you.

“Let me make it up to you,” he mumbles, his voice low. “Just leave your window unlocked tonight, and I'll show ya how sorry I am.”

That gets you to turn your head sharply toward him, your eyebrow arching high, and you find you suppress the laugh that errupts from your chest. “Don't push your luck, Winston.”

[yorobix]

Following on from my last post; here’s an extended version. (This isn’t proof read or any good at all so….)

The door opened. His large, mud covered boots trudging through your sweet little living room; his footsteps echoing through the quiet, dainty little isolate house that he had bought for you in the countryside where he could escape to after another horrific mission. A place where he could keep you safe and shelter you from the harshness of war that plagued the world.

You were sitting on the couch, watching another crap reality TV show. You were too tired to hear the loud and abrupt sound of boots clunking against the floorboard and the sound of hard taps on the carpet behind you.

“Should be in bed, doll face.” His voice was low and unforgiving. You turn around; surprised by the sudden and unexpected arrival of your boyfriend.

His cold, gloved hands sliding down the couch to your shoulders and beneath your top. Grasping the your upper arms in his hands as you shivered in response to his freezing touch. A soft frown appears on your face.

“Was trying to stay up for you.” You reply sleepily. Placing one of your hands upon his. A cruel grin appears on his face but you couldn’t tell his intentions. The dark shades were symbolic to his cold exterior. He would only wear those specific ones when leaving for work; you never really saw him have them on. Much like how you never saw him act aggressively or irate.

“Im here, happy?” He snaps.

He hastily removes his now warm gloves from her t-shirt and begins taking them off, setting them down on the coffee table with a THUD. You jump, startled by the loud sound. You lick your lips anxiously.

“What’s wrong? You seem upset.” You ask. Standing up and placing your palm against his back; as if to tame him like a wild beast.

He groans.

He hastily grabs your hips and shoves you down onto the couch; his mouth meeting yours hungrily and his tongue engulfing you whole.

You gasp as you feel his knee part your legs with help from his other hand (that wasn’t busy with keeping you pinned to the couch), you suddenly feel the coldness of the air against your pants. A striped pair with a kitten on it, how…cute?

Without much time wasted he pulls you by the ankle down so that your lower half of your body was hanging off the sofa; he positions his Head between your legs and quickly bites the pair at the crotch area and pulls them down by his teeth. Keeping your nightgown held up above your abdomen.

Your face turned a dark red colour; as he stares at you while carrying out undressing you as efficiently as possible. Once your panties hung around your knees he yanked them down your legs briskly. Throwing them to the side.

He carefully examines your glistening pussy through his glasses. Although they could stop the sun from shining they couldn’t stop the wetness of your cunt from presenting itself so desperately to him.

He smiles, his canines on full display.

“Mm, seems like you were missing me, weren’t you, Petal?” He smirks, licking his chapped and dry lips.

They wouldn’t be, for long.

He moves himself closer to your sex, kissing it with care and precision— the coldness of his glasses against your tummy making you giggle.

He then edges in further. His tongue swirling around your bud, soft whimpers falling from your parted lips. Then- he suddenly stops.

“Want more— want to really feel you, baby.”

Without any time for you to think; he grabs your mid-section and lifts you so that he was now sitting long ways on the couch, his legs hanging off the armrest and you now sitting above him. He stares as you look down at him with a sheepish expression. He chortles— grabbing your hips and moving you closer to his face. You utter a quiet squeak.

“Sit, baby.” He encourages. Running his hand through his wet hair to keep it out his face, making sure he could see you and only you.

“Cmon, Petal. You’ll help me forget about today, won’t ‘cha?” He grins.

You sigh, closing your eyes and lowering yourself onto his face.

OHMAYGAWDD

His mouth began to lick and slurp at your already drenched cunt. His rough stubble making your pussy feel sore and itchy but that wasn’t enough to stop you from riding him like your life depended on it. Craving that orgasm like it was your lifeline.

You moan and gasp as his tongue hits you deep causing you to throw your head hysterically.

It was an erotic sight; the pace of your hips, the hold you had on his blonde locks, the way he looked at you in such admiration as you crumbled above him.

It was going too well; you’ve never been to lucky with sex.

Suddenly, below you, you heard a SNAP.

You were too disoriented to care though, still craving your arrival by humping his face.

Then; you felt him grab your hips. Making you snap out of your dreamlike trance. Your face turning red with embarrassment as you tried to conceal the horrific expression that appeared on your face when you looked down at him once again. His face covered in your slick, but now, the glasses that were planted firmly on his face were now snapped in half.

He sits up; keeping you placed in his lap. One of his hands wrapped around your waist.

“Ohmygodohmygod- I’m sosososo sorry— I didn’t realise..!” You spluttered out apology after apology whilst studying his face to see what he was going to say.

“S’okay baby, they were gonna break anyway.” He chuckles. Rubbing her hip lovingly as he reaches over to the coffee table to place down his now broken shade(s).

“But, s’only fair if I get to do it to you, wanna see you snap, doll.”

You can imagine what happened after that IMAOOOOO 😭

[variousqueerthings]

TOP THINGS I'M EXCITED FOR IN THE NEW RTD RUN

getting the obvious out of the way, ncuti gatwa

but more specifically, ncuti gatwa is going in with such an exciting awareness of what he got out of doctor who and how that will inform his take

and both he and millie gibson are firmly taking doctor who into the next generation. I don't know a lot about her (and youknow, I'm getting older, so she seems awfully young, but that's really all I know and isn't enough to form an opinion on -- but susan vibes? hoping she won't be a rose!repeat, but I really really don't think that's the intention here), but gatwa is also next!gen whovian (like me), which is very fun. it's a nerdy show, I like it when nerds are involved

the wardrobe is looking so goooood. three also had quite an extensive repertoire especially, and this feels quite closely aligned with that campness (not specifically the exact style ofc, new doctor, but Vibes)

the other obvious out of the way, dtennant and catherine tate

specifically that there's a lot of potential in the 60th anniversary to properly wrap up ten's and donna's arcs in a way that organically interacts with the previous ending they had. some really fun potential to play with theme and genre in that, I'm a sucker for recontextualisation, and for dtennant having a bad time (but then maybe at the end... an okay time?)

I hope this will also more effectively merge the rtd run with moffat's and chibnall's. they did do a bit more of that as they went along, but I think they both went too hard on the reset button (especially moffat). we did then get some more... what I'll call continuity, but it took a bit (look, I know, the continuity is madness on this show, but I like to know it's the same story at least, and not totally excise what came before)

also donna has a kid now, played by yasmin finney. I'm excited for all of that, the fact that she's called rose, casting yasmin finney, another form of bringing it into the present, rather than it being all about the past, the fact that she's teased in the trailer, but there's so much more to see

speaking of casting -- camp and queerness! so many of the casting announcements have been queer actors, and you know rtd loves queering shit up, and he's got soooo much more freedom to do so now than he did in 2005. It won't just be in the casting, it'll be in the stories and the character-writing

references to classic!who and other dw!materials, as always, and of course rtd loves that. I just like how much of nu!who is having fun with classic!who. and updating it of course

I said it before but. I like watching dtennant be upset. he does it very well. perhaps even tears who knows...

EDIT: CONSIDERING THE NEW THEME SONG REVEAL ALSO FORGOT TO SAY MURRAY GOLD'S MUSIC!!!

some things I'm hoping for:

that the continuity of the last series won't be severed, especially in regards to the various regenerations that have been since ten

similarly that ten's arc interacts both with how they died/what happened with donna, and that they've been other bodies since then and so there has been growth and change, but what does that mean to a multi-lifed being?

that ruby and the doctor won't have a romantic will-they-won't-they and that generally the doctor continues to be a character through which those sorts of things can be interrogated (perhaps more deliberately now than in the past....)

that there will be some more ideas about gender, as has been increasingly played with over the last few years

that ncuti gatwa being black influences the kinds of stories being told in regards to what kind of history and future is important

that rose's part in the specials is important (I mean, even the fact that she's donna's kid is already important, but on her own as well -- that she gets something cool to do)!

that UNIT won't be toooo involved. I'm currently watching three from the start and I remember that UNIT does a lot in that one, and that's fine, I get that there's precedent. but also they're not my favourite part of DW, generally the doctor being associated with Institutions of a military nature. makes sense for three, who's relatively trapped on earth, and I like the way it's one of humanity's ways of reacting to alien life both in classic and nu!who, but never trust military. anyway, UNIT's fine for the specials, also ties in previous seasons with kate, but hoping won't be so much in ncuti gatwa's arcs. or that there's more conflict involved with them being involved

that new writers are brought onboard, especially women, black writers, and millennials

that it'll still be sincere. that it won't suffer from irony poisoning and over-reliance on references (don't think the latter is so much the issue), and that the bigger budget won't erode its ability to tell deeply personal intimate person stories, which has been an issue over the last few years and could be a problem in future. this isn't the show of massive explosions and michael by action, it's the show or a bunch of nerds who want to see practical effect aliens and cry about them

[cringefailvox]

something a number of very wonderful authors have highlighted a lot in their fics is how permissive and even somewhat self sabotaging alastor gets with people he really likes, as demonstrated both by mimzy and, i believe, him almost dying for the hotel, and i've been utterly fascinated recently by alastor as someone who frequently conflates being used with being wanted/needed meeting vox, who will use anyone for any reason to get what he wants. alastor conceiving of himself as a provider, a protector, his independence enabled by the fact that he doesn't need anyone and everyone needs him—versus vox, who digs his claws in harder the more he loves someone, thinking of himself as a networker, someone who forges exploitative connections easy as breathing because he can't rest until he has his name on everything, even carved into your ribs. alastor loving getting to rescue vox from his little business mishaps, maybe not even noticing that vox hasn't really needed his assistance for years now; vox initially taking advantage to keep himself safe, and then just... never stopping, once he realized he could keep pressing that button forever and alastor would never get tired of playing knight in shining armor.

but maybe... vox got tired of the charade eventually. started calling on alastor less and less, wanting to distance himself from the idea that he needs a stronger overlord looking after him. finally having torn enough away from other people to stand on his own two feet, and desperate for it. and alastor, perceiving that as rejection, as endangering to his sense of self, as a threat to the narcissistic part of him that relished in always getting to be poor vox's powerful, dangerous savior. in this new light, vox's comments about the dying art of radio ring less lighthearted and more like a direct blow to alastor's self-perception, that something so integral to him could be forgotten and discarded so easily, and that makes him furious. maybe it would've even been the healthier move for anyone but them, but the toxic cycle of using and being used was their common language, the way they (and alastor moreso) structured the world and understood their places in it, and once they lost that it was all downhill from there

[wolfienation]

rhaenyra and alicent are literally tragic trope central. star crossed lovers. potential lovers to enemies. miscommunication. childhood friends to enemies. doomed by the narrative. hurt/no comfort. angst with no happy ending. the one that got away. "run away with me" . opposite sides of the war. major character death.

like damn they really can't catch a break

[xxplastic-cubexx]

favourite variant covers? 👀

oh lord i cant think much right now but i know i love this cover a lot.... whot he hell gave charles a juice jox... scott on tha fucki tire swing is gonna kill me i love them all so much guys thats my fucjing FAM theyr emy darlings...

i also thought this cover was a lil sillly ..... i love silly.... erik looks like a beetle again and i love it when erik looks like a beetle

one more cover i like is this one:

tho- and forgive me for i dont have my issue on hand to demonstrate- the physical versin of this has parts of the cover be reflective/metal like and i think thats pretty nifty .... very cool even..

i also love the RoM covers where eriks in that uckinnn black sleeveless otufit ???? gen the sexiest thin iget to look at when rereading this run i love it so much

tho ithis is also na incredbly zesty cover i wouldnt mind owning this either

like bro relax no one is TAKING HIM from you ...

[chronicowboy]

just thinking about all the times arthur has been on his warpath and merlin, a lowly servant, a village idiot, a country bumpkin, is the one to stop him. with uther in the sins of the father, merlin's voice stopping him at the peak of his anger, with elyan in a herald of a new age, merlin reminding him that its not elyan, with annis' warrior in his father's son, merlin being the one he looks to before he shows mercy. all those times that merlin has been subjected to arthur's anger, merlin knowing arthur's rage better than anyone, merlin being arthur's calm in the storm, his voice of reason, his moral compass...

[icewindandboringhorror]

A little costume with eyebrow whiskers again.. making their return lol..

[spextkrr]

robert sean leonard 🤝 leigh whannell

being typecasted and playing the gayest, most pathetic men known to mankind who usually die in the end (there are a few exceptions of course)

[ghostyjpg]

I know that we have little things Caspian likes about Rae but what about the other bf? Aax deserves some love too.

the way his gills show his expressions, or exaggerate the ones he shows on their face. how even after they all get cleaned up there's still a scent of salt water mixed with shampoo that lingers in his hair. when all of them lay in bed and aax's tail acts like a weighted blanket

[todayisafridaynight]

Hey does any Yakuza character have a pinky finger missing? Because I know that’s a trait of real life Yakuza.

off the top of my head, kuze, takabe, and arakawa are all missing their pinkies