#and it brings me back to my question of Do They Age? in the digital circus

[thesummerstorms]

Okay, but I do have an AU version of that AU in my head where Dick Grayson returns to earth and manages to find Annabeth (and Thalia and Luke) living in the streets before they make it all the way to Camp Halfblood.

We can explore the implications of that for Thalia and Luke in a different post, but basically Annabeth still has to go to CHB for large portions of the year, she attracts too many monsters, but when she isn't there, Dick Grayson has unofficial custody for quite awhile while Bruce gets his shit together.

The crack fic version of that AU of an AU has Annabeth trying to manipulate her way into arranging a meeting between Chiron and Roy Harper because her brother's friends have been kind to her and if one of them is going to be an archer, they should be the BEST archer so that they can keep Dick alive longer.

No one is more surprised than Chiron when he actually agreed to give Roy some "pointers", although he trained fully human heroes in the Ancient Days.

And to be fair to Roy his brain is stuck trying to work its way around fact that his friend's little sister staged an emergency to introduce him to a man who's half horse. He's kind of mad, which, fair. That said, once the actual archery lesson starts and he realizes that Chiron really is that much of an expert, he immediately gets into it.

Which is how a panicked Dick Grayson bursts into the scene a few hours later, expecting something terrible has happened to Anna & Roy because Roy isn't responding to comms.

Only to find his best friend arguing with a centaur about some obscure fact of aerodynamics while Annabeth is perched nearby watching, legs swinging, eating way too many popsicles and occasionally calling out questions when her curiosity gets the better of her.

Dick isn't sure whether to be pissed, relieved, or just plain confused, but he for sure isn't letting Anna OR Roy live that one down for years.

And if he also gets distracted and listens in to some of Chiron's archery explanations, well, it's always good to know your teammates' full potential.

[s0ckh3adstudios]

Something I'm wondering is like. what YEAR is the Amazing Digital Circus taking place in. Because like-

Pomni got here by putting on a HEADSET, probably a virtual reality headset that I think we can see on the desk in the ending shot. But the Digital Circus is clearly a game/program more reminiscent of old computer games from like- the 90's? or early 2000's?

And you especially have to wonder, going with the Kinger Is The Creator theory, just how LONG has that dude BEEN here then????? He's been here the longest and lost his marbles just a little, but like in what span of time? Even Jax has said they've been here years.

And if it HAS been that long, then how are people entering through a headset???? Did they have headsets like that back then??

[princessbrunette]

⊹ ᜊ(ᜊ ´ ˘)੭ ♡ … princess going digital! ♡

bsf!jj followed you on all of your social media accounts. well, he thought he did. ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆

your instagram was adorable and demure. photo dumps and stories of your daily iced coffee in your little manicured hand. you had pinterest boards too — jj had seen you scrolling through endless pictures of clothes on his bed and asked questions. you helped him make his own account so he could find new ideas on how to customise his board. he hasn’t opened the app since, but it seemed like it made you happy so he couldn’t find it in himself to delete it off his lockscreen.

he followed you on twitter too. he knew he did because he saw your tweets all up and down his timeline when he would be scrolling late at night trying to find porn. tweets about the cashier that was rude to you, or about that one song you just can’t get out your head.

he thought he’d covered all bases with you. he liked to be in tune with everything you were doing — and maybe that was wrong for a best friend to want, but the two of you were close! it only felt right. it may also have something to do with the fact he’s head over heels for you.

you were laying on your front on his bed. contrasting so sweetly against the boyishness of his room with your cute little hello kitty shirt and denim skirt — epitome of girly girl in such an unfitting space. it made him smile, and he nearly forgot to tune into what you were saying.

you were ranting about your mother again, the woman making it her mission to constantly bring you down.

“seriously jayj, if you saw the way she spoke to me...” you mutter with a frowny little pout as your fingers tap away at the screen, assumably responding to a text.

“i have seen the way she speaks to you. the lady is a nut job, no offence.” jj leans back slightly, tossing a balled up pair of socks from his laundry in the air and catching it.

“her texts are even worse.” you huff.

“s’alright. i’ll be your mommy.” he quips as you’re distracted by pulling up the correct screen.

“jj.” you tsk before turning your phone around. “look!” you whine, and he knows he’s meant to be looking at the texts displayed infront of him. but with undiagnosed adhd, jj couldn’t help but find his focus on the notification sliding down at the top of the screen. the twitter icon, notifying someone reposted your tweet — however, it was accompanied with another username he’d never seen before. an account ran by you assumably, that he no idea about.

“huh… yeah, no yeah. she’s batshit.” jj shakes himself off as he takes mental note of the username, leaning back and hoping you don’t ask any questions knowing he didn’t read the texts at all. you seem none the wiser, continuing to complain and go about your business. that evening, it’s time for you to head home. jj squeezes you at the doorway, cups your cheek and tells you that if your mom is giving you grief, you can come right on back. it seemed to comfort the pout off your face, and you skip off.

now it’s time to sate his curiosity.

when jj gets into bed that night, he types the username into twitter. it takes a few tries to get the specific spelling right, as it had been a few hours and slipped his mind — but finally, the account filled his screen.

your age is attached to the account, yet no name. there was definitely a sense of anonymity— to the point where you hadn’t even told him about it. he considered doing the right thing and clicking off — but jj didn’t always do the right thing, and this was one of those times. the first thing he notices is how clearly you the account is. the header, the profile picture — even the font in your bio was so… you. all curlicues and girly and pink — it was undeniably his best friend.

and then he scrolls.

‘want my best friend 2 hold me down n use me so bad :(’ a tweet from 3 days ago. the blonde sits up in bed, blinking at the screen. that was him, right? eagerly, he continues his scrolling — finding endless tweets about your sexual desires, fantasies, anecdotes about jj himself. it didn’t take much longer of scrolling until he comes across a video — his face heating and crotch stiffening at the familiarity of it all. it was your bedroom, and your face was cropped out. that one pair of pink panties he occasionally caught peeks of beneath your skirt hang off the ankle of your knee high clad legs, pretty pussy on display, glistening as you roll your hips, desperately fucking a pillow.

“god… damn.” he breathes, hand coming up to rub his chest as if to attempt to still his quick-beating heart. he stuffs a tongue in his cheek, part of him wanted to be mad that you were letting strangers on the internet see you like this before he got to. it was a childish type of jealousy that made his hands sweat and the back of his neck all prickly.

a bird squawks outside his window, causing the maybank boy to jump out of his skin like he was about to be caught watching his best friend get herself off. he juggles the phone, quickly checking the screen to make sure he hadn’t accidentally liked any posts. he hadn’t, and he exhales— but with the commotion, he’d accidentally refreshed the page. the loading wheel disappears with a pop, and a new tweet displays itself from three minutes prior.

‘my bsf looks after me so good :( he shld make me feel btter by letting me cum on his fingers <3’

it would be stupid to make a move. he would be potentially destroying a friendship, and on top of that — you could be mad at him for snooping. it was kind of a betrayal of trust after all, similar to if he’d read your diary. but his dick was hard and had taken over the steering wheel that operates his brain — and like he always said, stupid things had great outcomes all the time.

so with a clammy hand, he calls you.

“whats up jayj? did i leave something at your place again?” you croak, sounding all sleepy and cute. god, he couldn’t believe he’d waited so long.

“uh… so, like — imma cut to the chase, with everything goin’ on at your place, i don’t love the idea of you stayin’ there tonight. i’m comin’ to get you. you’re stayin’ here.” he makes up a quick excuse and feels kind of bad about it. his own desire toward you being masked as genuine concern for a friend. he expects some questioning, maybe even some resistance— but you perk up instantly.

“okay!”

and that’s exactly how you end up cradled in his lap with the rings at his knuckles tickling your opening from how deep in your greedy, drooling pussy they were.

“hmm— mm—huh—” you’re whining, all incoherent and fucked out with your cheek smushed against him, only two orgasms in. jj is grinning ear to ear, like some kind of sicko — never in his life thinking you’d want him like this. he almost wished he’d kept up the act for longer, preyed on your twitter account for longer to see what else you’d say, but he couldn’t help himself. he’d wanted you since you met in high school, and he was hungry.

“what’d i tell ya about not asking for things? could’ve just told me dude, i literally wanted this more than you.” he thinks out loud and you groan, pulling yourself up face to face with the handsome blonde.

“don’t call me dude when your fingers are n’side me!” you slur, lip all puffy and pouted. he smirks, unable to stop himself from finding amusement in your neediness and tilts his head a little so he was breathing right into your mouth.

“i’m sorry that’s my bad. baby.” he corrects himself, before pressing his lips to yours. that was much better.

[kennedybaby]

being chris and claire’s youngest sister who always turns to older leon for some comfort everytime she had a fight with her bf!!!! ヽ⁠(⁠(⁠◎⁠д⁠◎⁠)⁠)⁠ゝts is just a silly little drabble. . .

Word count: 1.385k / Warning: age gap, cheating, unprotected sex.

your girlfriend wants to be my girlfriend, she be calling me, telling me ‘bout you.

It’s wrong, hell, you know how wrong it is to run to your brother’s friend for comfort every time you had a heated argument with your boyfriend. You can’t help it, Leon just provided the right amount of attention at the right time to you. All you needed to do is whine into your cellphone, sniffing and wiping your hot tears as you pour your heart out about how your boyfriend and you got into a fight again to Leon and he’s quick to get on his motorcycle, revving his engine up and going straight to your home. You know it’s bad, if either Chris or Claire founds out you were fooling with their friend behind their backs, they would probably lecture you and make sure to create distance between you and Leon. Not only that, but if your boyfriend were to find out you’ve been letting Leon pound you raw every other night when you’re not staying at his place, he would be beyond livid.

But all those worries and guilt were thrown straight out of the window the second Leon have his head between your soft thighs, warm tongue lapping on your clit as his hands keep your thighs apart. The slick, squelching sound of his lips sucking onto your bundles of nerves while his thick fingers pump in and out of your pussy brings nothing but pure bliss into your head, easing your stress as your fingers intertwined with his dark, brown locks. Leaning your head back to your pillow, you can feel the dark stubble on his cheeks brushing against your inner thighs, the red marks of his fingers digging deep into the cush of your thighs was evident as he dragged a long stripe on your slit and up to circled your clit with the tip of his tongue.

“What’s this time?” Leon asked, the way he asked it was evident how this wasn’t the first time you hit him up in the darkest hour to come and comfort you. Not that he would complain, he’d do anything to bury his cock inside of you, a pretty, clueless girl half his age. But Leon knows the cluelessness you cling to was nothing but an act you like to put on for him and only for him. You know how wrong it is, to be cheating and could possibly ruin the friendship between him and your siblings— but you didn’t care.

And, neither does Leon.

“He's bein’ mean,” You breathed out, a small pout forming on your swollen, red-tinted lips as you looked up at him with dewy eyes. “He’s just not you, Leon,” Leon smirked at your words, planting a soft kiss on your clit and pulling his slick-coated digits out of your warm hole before he stands up from his knees to unbuckled his belts. “Of course, he isn’t, baby.” He chuckled softly, the sound of his leather belt and pants falling to the carpeted floor with a soft thud could be heard before he shifted his position, placing himself between your legs as his hands dips lower to grasp your waist. “You probably think of me when he’s fucking you, don’t you?” It drives you insane each time his voice drops an octave, lightly growling into your ear as you bit your lower lip back, bashfully nodding your head to his question.

“Fucking whore,” You couldn’t bring yourself to care only caring the way your needy cunt clenching around nothing each time he degrades you. “I’m your slut.” His smile widened before Leon lined his cock into your entrance, tapping on your sensitive clit with the tip of his shaft before he buried his cock into your small cunt. “Damn right, you are.” He hissed, a sharp breath emitted past his lips as the sensation of your velvety walls wrapped snugly around him, grazing against the prominent vein on the side of his cock with every thrust.

Leon enjoyed the risk as much as you. He probably enjoyed it much more than you, and to be honest, there’s nothing Leon anticipated your calls like a depraved man. For as long as you and him have been doing this, you have been calling him every two weeks in a consistent pattern. The longest you have not called him was a month before you hit him up again, asking him if he can come over to your house because your boyfriend was being a headache again. And he never once declined your offer, the second he sees your name displayed on the screen of his cellphone, he had already grabbed his key and stepped out of his front door.

It drives him insane and occasionally, he’d prayed your boyfriend fucked up big time so he can finally fill the spot as your boyfriend whether Claire or Chris likes it or not. Not that he cared, Leon wasn’t the type to give up things that easily and he surely isn’t giving you up sooner or later.

The sequence of shared moans and groans filled every corner of your room, accompanied by the sound of yours and his skin slapping against each other. You swallowed thickly each time he plays with your clit and your hardened nipple with his fingers, making sure your other tit isn’t left out as he invites the bud into his mouth before swirling his tongue around it. “W-want more,” You whined, your voice pitching slightly as you weakly kisses his jawline. Your arms around his neck bring him closer to your body. A gasp left your lips when he snapped his hips harder, thrusting rougher into you as your eyes shoots wide. “Fuck!” You cursed, back arching into his body as you practically let him use you like nothing but a dolled-up fleshlight. “You’re such a, shit, slut, you know that right? Begging me to come over so you can forget your boyfriend.”

“You’re my b-boyfriend now,” Your words were slurred, if he wasn’t so close to you, he would’ve assumed what you had just said was gibberish. Leon can’t help but laughed at you, burying his cock deeper into the warmth of your pussy as he lets out a shaky breath. His sweaty forehead pressed against your shoulder, hips jerking back and forth as he feels your body shudder every time he’s balls deep inside of you.

Leon fucking loves this risqué escapade the two of you created.

“Oh yeah? What does that make you, baby?” He coos into your ear, the pace of his thrusts gradually growing harder and rougher as each minute passed, leaving you breathless and squirmish under the older man. “Your girlfriend!” You screamed, eyes tightly shut as your freshly-manicured nails digs into the flesh of his shoulder blades. The wooden bedframe rapidly slammed against your wall, creaking under the weight of the two of you. The overwhelming pleasure creates a knot deep below your stomach, threatening to break each time Leon abused your sweet spots to their limits. He knows you’re close to cumming, your eyes losing focus on his face, your cunt clinging to him for its dear life and your breathing grow ragged.

“Gonna cum, L-Leon.” You managed to speak between your hiccups and moans, looking back into his eyes as he hungrily pulled you into a sloppy kiss. “I'm finishing inside, okay princess?” He smiled once you nodded, his thrust going sloppier before the two of you eventually come undone, breath hitching as you hold onto Leon tighter. You can feel his cock shooting his warm cum deep inside of your pussy, stuffing you full before he pulled out to salivate over the sight of his cum overflowing out of your abused hole, dripping down to your ass as lay there, breathless and splayed open for him to admire you.

His work of art.

The sound of your phone blaring your ringtone caught the two of your attention. Leon walked over to your table, grabbing the cell phone before he smirked upon seeing the name of your boyfriend displayed on your screen. “Wouldn’t want to make your boyfriend wait now, would you?”

how you ain’t hitting it like you ’posed to hit it. you slipping, i think it’s time i slip in, dog.

have thoughts abt re men or cod men? send it to my way! (im begging, i literally have the nastiest thoughts for these men) (ﾟ⁠οﾟ⁠人⁠)⁠) no proofread on this one, we going raw like leon. (but pls ignore if theres any grammatical error, im begging u)

[just-some-random-blogger]

I want Otto to spit in my mouth then call me a good girl as he proceeds to wrap his hand around my throat as he ruins me until I’m a bimbo cumdump and tells me that I’m his breedable little slut 😇 daddy kink is most included

A fic like this would be so amazing if you have any spare time 😭 daddy kink is up to you if you’re comfortable

My Lord

You adore getting in trouble, knowing what awaits you. But you fear you may have gone too far for roping in his son, Gwayne.

Otto Hightower x Reader | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, sorry gwayne girlies he's only mentioned, age gap, you saw the ask this is just filth, smut (drunk sex, piv, degradation, choking, creampie), typos, etc.

A/N: anon be honest did you read my tywin fic and say 'yah, now do otto' cos HAHAHAHH

I feel like the room is closing in on me, and the ceiling was about to come into my face. There was no balance in my body, and yet somehow I was still upright.

"You stupid little girl."

I feel a pull on my arm, and the next thing I know I'm felled on the bed. I moan, happy to be on a soft surface. A few moments pass and I feel the bed dip in front of me. A hand comes to my nape and shoulder. Soon, I am sitting upright.

I smile when I see the beard and worry lines before me, "my loooove."

Otto pulls his face away when I reach for it. He pushes them down and brings a cup to my lips, "drink."

I do so ardently. I finish the whole cup of water. I gaze dotingly upon him when he pulls the cup away and wipes the corner of my lips. He sets the cup on the bedside table and I slide onto his lap. I press my face into his neck, "you smell good."

He recoils, trying to push me off, "and you smell like cheap mead."

It is a halfhearted attempt, which is why I manage to rake my fingers up his shoulders and tug at his collar. I pepper kisses on his neck, "smell so good."

Otto cannot keep his hands to himself; he brings his hands to my hips. He sighs, looking at me. He pulls his face back enough that I have to stop my ministrations. I whine in return. His brows tighten, "if you wanted me why waste my coin indulging debauchery with my son?"

I lick my lips and shift on his lap. I pull my skirt up and press my groin against his. He groans as I scratch my nails on his cheeks before cupping them, "I want to give you a son."

His expression immediately shifts. He stiffens, in more ways than one.

I roll my hips, "or 10."

With a heavy huff, I am pushed on my back and his legs knock mine open. I release a deep sigh as I pull my legs to my chest and reach into his coat, "Otto."

His response is pushing my skirt up and pulling my smallclothes down. My stomach drops when he presses his hot hands into the back of my thighs. His eyes are down turned, eyeing the glistening heat of my core. I look down at him but throw my head back when he rubs circles into my folds.

He moans at the sound, "you are a desperate harlot, aren't you?"

Before I can retort, he pushes his fingers into my mouth. I grab his wrist in surprise but suck them nonetheless. A line forms between his brows as I swirl my tongue around his digits. I nod to his question and he pulls his fingers away.

I prop myself on my elbows and watch as he frees himself from his breeches. He takes his half-hard cock and presses it against me, thrusting against my slick until it is coated and he's fully erect.

I try to grab him to guide him in, but he takes my hands and forces them by the side of my head. He looks down at me as he grinds, "you forget yourself. I should punish you for it."

I whimper and shake my head, "no, please. I'm a good girl."

"You are a stupid, fucking whore who does not listen to her lord liege," he stops grinding to grab my throat and the back of my knee. He pushes my head back and leans into my ear, "perhaps I should finish in your mouth, make you the true whore you are."

I feel my core flutter at the idea. I knew he would not let me peak though, and I so badly wanted to.

He begins to roll his hips, "mmm, I'm sure such a depraved act excites you."

"Please," I mumble.

"Please what, foolish thing?"

"Want you to fill me."

He takes a moment then sighs. I moan when he enters me and plays with my clit. His hand comes up to muffle my mouth and I happily whine into it. He pushes my thigh down again when he starts slowly bucking into me, "does my filthy come slut want me to breed an heir into her?"

I whine and grab his coat, knuckles turning white as I pull him into me.

He begins to thrust faster, "maybe then you'll stay away from my heir now that you have something better to do."

The flicking of his hips grows more intense with every stroke. The friction of his movements stimulates my sensitive nub, making me arch my back and groan.

He frees my mouth of his hand, only to bring it back down to my throat. He pushes himself up a bit and maneuvers more roughly, "I'll fuck you every night, watch my seed spill from your cunt-"

I cry out his name.

"-and once your belly swells, you'll remember the debauchery that made it so."

All the sounds that remained were that of fucking and my whining. Soon, the heat in my stomach burned hotter and hotter and I was dying for release. Otto rubs the sides of my neck and pants, "will you give me a babe like a dutiful come slut?"

I nod rapidly and whimper. His name falls desperately from my lips a couple times before I am overcome with my mind fogging peak. My body shakes in satisfaction and my body melts in hot passion. Soon, Otto grunts and releases into me. He makes sure to chase every bit of pleasure before slowly coming to a halt. He sighs and looks down at me.

He rubs my thighs a few times before pulling out. He watches me quiver as his seed seeps out of me, molten and thick. Otto tilts his head, "clean yourself up, whore. When I return, you better be asleep."

[leggerefiore]

That pokévillan marriage hc was soooo sweet! 😩😩❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Then I laughed imagining them scrambling to find their s/o's ring size, especially if they don't wear jewelry at all. Can I request hcs of how the submas, larry and whoever you want finds out their s/o's ring size? I can only imagine the chaos and hilarity that insues as they try to be discreet 🤣

djajfjd that's me tbh. I can barely stand necklace and bracelets so they'd die trying to find my ring size

characters: Ingo, Emmet, Larry, Nanu

▲Ingo▼

● Somehow, it had completely slipped his mind that he needed to find your ring size out for the piece of jewellery he planned to spend well into four digits on, until after Elesa questioned him. Her deadpan expression made he realised his grievous error. The new situation left him in shambles. How did he get your ring size without you realising it? He wanted his plans to be a surprise. Many thoughts crossed his mind on just how to get there.

● Could he try to guess? He was not too overly familiar with it. Directly asking you was not something that he would dare do. He thinks maybe of getting you a ring as a random gift to see how close it would be to your size, but ends up backing out as he worries about the confusion it might bring. Then, he remembers something from his younger days. His more rural childhood provided an ease strategy for this information.

● Suddenly, he takes you out to a route with wild flowers and ties a flower ring around your finger. He slides it on and off to confirm that it was a proper comparison, and then takes it away under the illusion of wanting to preserve it. (He does, actually, but only after ascertaining the information he needs.) Now, he can only hope you do not get suspicious of anything.

▽Emmet△

○ It crossed his mind much too late. He was already nearly in the process of buying the ring when he was asked about the ring size. Emmet felt verrry dumb forgetting such an important detail and had to awkwardly explain that he did not know before backing out of the store. He stood in a daze for a few moments. This was going to be a surprise, but he did not have a clue what your ring size was. He texted Elesa about his situation. Her reply made him feel even dumber. An obvious solution to his problem.

○ Well, that was if you had any rings for him to compare. If you did not, he would simply perish. Possible other solutions ran through his head. Would it be so out of character for him to measure your finger? Probably, but he was considered odd by many people, so it could work. Though, you were more aware of the extent of his personality than other people. He feels deeply lost about how to about it.

○ If you have rings, he goes for Elesa's suggestion to get your ring size and leaves you none the wiser. But, if you do not have any, he must unfortunately bear the circumstance of measuring the circumference of your finger. You will probably catch on to why he is doing it, but please don't make it obvious you have. He will get sad. Verrry sad. Let him have this.

💼Larry🏢

🍙 It crosses his mind pretty early. He has been around his boss enough to know a bit about accessory sizing. Though, he will admit he is not sure how to get it. He ponders it quietly while stopped outside the office. His expression scares passers-by as he stands eerily still. Eventually, he does is around Rika, who lends an ear to his issue and sighs. She did not expect him to have a romantic side. Of course, if she does suggest just asking for your measurement, she feels certain he will.

🍙 Her advice to check for other rings remains in his head as he returns home. Obviously, just asking you had crossed his mind. There was no reason to make a show out of proposing, especially at his age, but he felt you would appreciate the surprise. Hassel had become involved at some point and proposed something with the use of flowers that he had heard about from a friend. Larry felt even more uncertain about how to approach it now.

🍙 At some point, he grabs your hand, catching you off-guard. His silent observation of your hand would be distressing if not for his odder ways of showing affection popping up. He considered a rough estimate in his head after he let your hand go. Hopefully, this would be accurate.

🐈‍⬛️Nanu❤️‍🩹

🌑 It felt a bit dumb for him to finally just be settling down, but you obviously had been subtly mentioning it to him. Deciding that he had nothing left to lose, he chose to visit Olivia. Of course, with her better knowledge about accessories, she stared at him for a moment when he did not know your ring size. It slipped his mind, despite it being completely obvious. Olivia began giving him some suggestions on how to get your ring size subtly. He nodded and stepped out of the store with a sigh.

🌑 He thought on it for a moment. Finding a ring that you had around his home might be hard, trying something cutesy like tying a flower around your finger was out of character for him. He certainly could not get away with just taking a measurement of your ring finger. Nanu shook his head as he watched a stray Meowth run through the streets of Konikoni. If he just asked you, he knew you would likely catch on, of course… But his mind went back to Olivia. Well, nothing wrong with twisting the truth a little to keep some mystique going on.

🌑 So, he called you. You answered. “Olivia wants your ring size,” Nanu half-lied, “She's making a piece of jewellery for you. I don't know it.” You gasped excitedly and quickly provided the required information. He thanked you and hung up. Walking back in the store, he told Olivia your ring size. You probably might be a little suspicious, but as long as you were not completely aware, the Kahuna supposed.

[cavydude]

Hey everyone guess what's back?

To celebrate the one-year anniversary of the remaster, we (the fine folks over at the Baten Kaitos fan Discord) are bringing back Spiriter Week! And now it's bigger than ever: we're going multi-platform!

So mark you calendars for September 15th-21st!!!

Wait, what's this now? Back in ye olde golden age of Tumblr, we used to have an annual thing we called Spiriter Week, a week-long celebration of our favorite card-game RPGs.

What do you mean, "multiplatform"? Due to fandom no longer being fully (or even mostly) within the confines of one website, we figured it'd be a good idea to have folks participate wherever they want to. Tumblr, Twitter, Discord, or wherever. Still have a Pillowfort? Go crazy there too.

Ok, how do I participate? It's super easy- just post something Baten Kaitos related every day. Could be a fic, art, videos, whatever. Wherever you're posting it, use the tag #Spiriter Week I am not blessed with creative prowess Neither am I we're all just bullshitting Doesn't have to be anything skillful like art or writing. Could be fan theories, a personal anecdote, ranking your favorite xyz or even a haiku. Like this example I stole borrowed from No's original post:

Holoholo bird All my apples are rotten Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

This sounds great but I'm super busy there's no way I can post every day. Again, same here friend. No worries, even just one or two during the week is fine. Let's face it, we've all aged a number of years since these were last a thing and life has a way of stockpiling responsibilities.

On what authority are you organizing this? Alright ya got me I'm just some rando with a Gibari pfp. But come on, why not have some fun and build some hype around these games we love?

That's a nice banner where'd you get it? Damn right! Credit goes to No, who still had the old banner and managed to change some digits :D

How can we follow for updates? Here on Tumblr, I (and of course anyone else who wants to say something on the topic) will be posting in the #Spiriter Week tag. Some major updates might also be posted in the baten kaitos tag but I don't wanna spam it too much.

But yeah, that should cover most of the major stuff, feel free to reach out with any questions!

[blakbonnet]

ARTIST OF THE WEEK @midearthlingart ✨

This week's AOTW is Laz aka midearthling, and any AOTW event intending to bring classic ofmd art back into circulation would be incomplete without them <3 She agreed to answer a few questions for me and shared some great tips for beginners:

- Which do you use to draw (app/digital or traditional)?

I think everything posted here is digital, done mainly on Procreate, although I have started using Art Studio Pro more recently and I really like it (also an iPad app but available on other machines afaik!). I do like to doodle and do studies in my sketchbook though, I think it's good to keep me sharp and for a change of pace! And sometimes ideas come easier that way. But any completed pieces tend to be digital.

- Fave brushes/pencils/mediums (links/screenshots?)

On procreate I'm partial to using jingsketch basic’s flat brush, it’s so versatile for sketching and painting! Other brushes in my regular rotation are the default chalk and 6b brushes from procreate. I also have a soft ‘photoshop’ brush that I use to flat in colours, and a round brush I downloaded that I often use for sketching too; unfortunately I can’t remember where I got either of those ones but I’m pretty sure they were free! Sometimes I use random texture brushes, and the default watercolours in procreate.

- Your favourite piece you've drawn?

I go through phases of really loving some pieces and then hating them again (I often dislike my own art!) One of the best things I ever drew is a very nsfw comic so I unfortunately can’t share it on tumblr lmao. But in its stead, I think this and this have a special place in my heart.

- Who's harder to draw: Ed or Stede?

Honestly it just depends on the day! Both can be difficult to capture for different reasons; oddly I think for me I don’t have Ed’s face pinned down as much as I do with Stede’s. I’ve drawn them so much at this point I can bang them out without reference most of the time, but every now and again I’ll have a difficult angle and need to reference again! Stede’s nose is my absolute favourite to draw though.

- One essential tip for beginner artists?

Keep going! References and 3D models are your friend! It’s okay to make studies of other people’s works in order to learn (just don’t share and try to pass it off as your own!) Tracing photos to learn is also fine too, these are all just tools to help you hone your skill.

- Why OFMD? 🥹

It did something to my brain! I remember watching it back in March 2022 when there were only 6 episodes out at the time, I binged in one go and then the very next day watched all of them again. It just felt so cosy! I watched initially when I heard about it because I already loved Rhys and Taika’s works so needless to say it was hook, line and sinker from me from the start—I did not stand a chance! When it turned out to be a queer, middle-aged love story I knew it would be special to me forever.

[whatwooshkai]

HOME STRETCH!!! 21 like the strangely high American drinking age!

"I hate you," Blades mutters.

Quickshadow doesn't dignify that with an answer.

They've been stuck below ground for maybe a few hours now. Blades had spent the first hour panicking, the second hour sleeping off the exhaustion, and from then on the hours started to blur as he woke up and immediately started moping.

Quickshadow grimaces at the taste of dirt as she licks her claws clean, before going back to attacking the cave wall. Their comms are blocked from this far down, and there's absolutely no way the other rescue bots are picking up their signals. She can only hope that they saw exactly where the ground had opened up beneath her and Blades and are digging accordingly.

But they've also been down here a while, so that might be a stretch.

"You could help, you know," Quickshadow snaps, deciding Blades doesn't deserve grace anymore. Sure, he's a flier trapped who knows how deep underground and clearly isn't taking it well, but sitting in the corner pouting most certainly isn't helping anyone. "You do have claws."

Blades doesn't answer, so she keeps pressing. "If you actually want to get out of here, we must work together, you know-"

"Primus, you sound just like Hot Spot," Blades snaps, and Quickshadow pauses out of pure confusion.

Who is Hot Spot?

"'Oh, we're brothers, we're a team'," Blades mocks, and Quickshadow gets the distinct feeling that Blades isn't really talking to her anymore. "'The power of love and friendship and we have to stick together' and look where that got us!" He heaves a vent, putting his face in his hands. "No. No, he was right, we should've stuck together. Maybe then they wouldn't all be dead."

Quickshadow's interest is piqued, that's for sure. She's always been partial to mysteries, and enforcer training certainly doesn't help.

But this brings up a whole host of questions. Normally "brothers" is a term used for split-sparks and gestalts, though he fondly calls his team that. Was Blades part of a gestalt? Are they all dead besides him? She thought he didn't participate in the war, what could've possibly happened?

"Who is all dead?" she asks, and Blades meets her with a glare, but no answer, so she presses. "Were you part of a gestalt? A combiner team? I thought you never saw war, but all combiners were drafted right away, weren't they-"

"SHUT UP!"

Quickshadow's mouth snaps shut. Blades is glaring at her with more force than she thought him capable of, his rotors raised angrily and threateningly.

"All bots like you ever do is ask questions!" he screams, voice reverberating off the walls of the cave. "'What did it feel like'? 'Cause of death'? 'Maybe you'd like to come into the lab so we can study you'! 'Are you sure you felt him die'? All these motherfucking questions and I still don't know anything!"

Quickshadow opens her mouth to say something, anything, but Blades is whirling on her again. "Shut up!" he shouts. "I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear it," he mumbles over and over, like a mantra, sinking down to the ground and pulling his knees to his chassis.

Quickshadow blinks. Something about what Blades was saying is ringing a bell in her processor, but she can't quite put a digit on it. There's some story, maybe something she heard in a break room or passing a mech on the street, something about a murder, or maybe a series of murders, having to do with a gestalt... but she can't quite remember.

Wasn't there a kidnapping case as well? Naturally forming gestalts were extremely rare, of course when the war broke out Autobots and Decepticons would want to have combiners on their teams.

Maybe I could look into it for you, she almost wants to say. I could get access to some old files. Maybe deep in my memory banks, there's something that could help you.

I want to help you.

"You don't hate me," is what comes out of her mouth.

"...No."

Quickshadow returns to digging.

[snowdropluck204]

Join The Digital Age - Spencer Reid x Streamer! Fem! Reader - Pt 2

So... I haven't been doing these for a while... Been a bit rough recently, been struggling... I know a lot of people wanted to see Spencer reacting to TLAU, as much as I would love to, I've never actually played it! I'm gonna watch some playthroughs and see what I can do! Until then, I'm gonna do some games the I personally have played! Enjoy! Xxx

Pt 2 - Pumpkin Panic

(y/n) pov

Since that first time Spencer had walked in on my stream, he had been more and more interested in technology and video games. Spencer bought a laptop after watching me playing Stardew Valley, after a huge amount of research into the best laptops that could run Stardew, not that he was going to use the laptop for anything else...

I thought it was super cute, and it was nice having something the both of us could do together! After a long stream, you'd think that the last thing I'd want to do is play video games, but more recently, I found myself enjoying my gaming time with Spence, more than when I was playing games for a stream. It was so sweet, trying to teach him the mechanics, the secrets, seeing him reacting to the characters (and trying to profile them), one of his first questions about the game was what the engagement ring in the crafting menu was for. I told him it was so you could marry other players, he blushed bright red.

About a week later, I came home to find that he had been binging the game without me, collecting the materials to make the ring and surprise me. He had enjoyed the game so much, he was questioning taking his laptop to use on the jet, on the way home from cases, so I went and bought him a Nintendo Switch, so he could bring it with him to work, apparently his entire team was shocked.

More recently though, I had been playing smaller indie games that I had found on itch.io, games like Pumpkin Panic. I set up the camera, sitting myself down comfortably in my chair, waving to everyone watching, "Hi everyone! How are we all?" I asked, waiting for people to join the stream, getting a bunch of messages in chat, telling me about people's day, I spent a good forty minutes just talking to people, before mentioning the game I would be playing.

"So, I found a game on itch.io, I think a lot of people have been playing it recently, called Pumpkin Panic." I told the stream, getting a bunch of messages, telling me whether or not my viewers had heard of it, or even played the game. "I'm probably going to be pretty bad at it from the get go, but bare with me, maybe those of you who have played the game can help me out?" I asked, opening the game file.

I smiled at the title menu, "Oh, this is cute! So apparently, this is kind of similar to Stardew, but with a bit more of a horror aspect, it kind of reminds me of Sleepy Hollow..." I mentioned offhandedly. I began playing, giggling at my cute lil character running around. I panicked a little at the random events of the monsters in the game, before one of them killed me.

"Aw! I wasn't doing great but hey!" I whined, "Those clown things are hard!" I leaned back against my chair, I had lasted about ten minutes, the timer taunting me. As I sat talking to my viewers, writing down any helpful tips and tricks, Spencer came through the front door, sighing tired. I turned around to look at him, "Hey baby!" I greeted softly, smiling at him.

Spencer gave me a tired grin, before seeing that I was streaming, "Oh, I'm sorry angel, I didn't know you'd be streaming..." Spencer mumbled. I smiled shaking my head, "It's okay, I'm sure nobody would mind if I wrapped it up early tonight." I told him.

Spencer waved off the comment, "No, you're good," He told me, dragging over a stool from the kitchen to sit behind me, "So what are you playing?" He asked.

I smiled, turning back to my game and explaining, grinning when he said it was like scary Stardew. I finished up the stream, finally managing to beat the game after many failed attempts, Spencer being incredibly helpful throughout, but decided that this wasn't a game he would play for himself...

I hope this was okay, I just wanted to write about this game! If you guys are interested, it's free on Itch.io! Hope you liked this! Xxx

[havendance]

Okay, I've read up to before the Night of the Owls crossover, so let's take a moment to look at my New 52 read so far:

Batman -- I think I liked the start of this arc the most, when it's laying out the mystery and feels full of potential. I'm just not a fan of the court of owls. The issue where he was in the labrinth and all the pages got flipped around was a cool concept, but an absolute pain to read digitally. Whenever I tried to rotate my tablet to read the textboxes, my device would go 'oh you're rotating! I know how to do that!' and flip the pages back -_- It probably worked better physically.

Batman and Robin -- I liked this. I liked seeing as Bruce tried to negotiate his relationship with Damian and I liked Nobody as an antagonist drawing on the history of the people who trained Batman.

Nightwing -- I started reading this and I was like 'yes, this is what a reboot should do. Bring back Haly's Circus after it was stupidly burned down previously.' and what does this comic do? Burn down Haly's Circus again!!! Can't have shit in Nightwing comics :/

Anyway, I loved seeing Nightwing try and negotiate his relationships as Nightwing as opposed to his friendships he made at the circus. I liked the push and pull between him and Babs and him and Raya. I think, in this universe where Dick was way older when he became Robin, it works really well, and while I obviously prefer Dick being like 8, I would say that this works well as it's own thing if it weren't for the elephant in the tent-- Haly's Circus being evil (boooooooooo!)

Like I said, can't have shit in Nightwing comics :|

I don't want Haly's Circus to be evil. I don't want them to be working for the court. If you really want the whole Nightwing was raised to be a living weapon thing, then idk, make it something none of them knew about, like some outsider that had been infiltrating and using the circus for their own ends. Don't have Mr Haly be the guy selling dick/that other guy out :(

Birds of Prey -- In contrast to Nightwing, this comic is just extremely mediocre. It's almost impressive how mid it is. I like Saiz' art but I'm struggling to find much else positive to say about it. It's fine. It gets the job done. It's missing that spark to do anything more interesting than girl team fights bad guys. On that same token, I'm having trouble coming up with much to criticize either. Like, obviously I think it would be better if Birds of Prey were still Oracles team, but like, other than the fact that I still think Katana's off (but I haven't read enough of her comics to articulate more), it's hard to find much to complain other than it's just mediocre and boring. Nightwing has high highs and low lows. This is like a flat line.

Batgirl -- I miss Oracle :'( But more seriously, Barbara Gordon as Batgirl has never been as intersting to me as her as Oracle. I liked the subplot of her trying to figure out how to have a new relationship with her mom--it was probably my favorite part and I liked seeing that new aspect of her. That being said, ugh, James Gordon Jr. I just do not like him as a character. He's too grim dark edgy for my tastes.

Another thing that goes into the 'I miss Oracle' category is her new dynamic with Bruce. She's over here caring about his opinion and everything and that's part of her getting aged down yet again, but also I miss when they were antagonistic and she didn't take his shit. As well as the whole question of 'why do we need to keep the killing joke in the first place?' You're rebooting the universe. Why do you need to rub taking Oracle away in our faces like this when you could've just had her never be shot. Though, I do appreciate how Simone is handling the internal conflict that Barbara is experiencing as a result of all of that.

[maeswritingnook]

can you do jake x sherry headcannons doing cute stuff like hugging, cuddling and sleeping together and some little nsfw? hehe thanks!

I’ve been waiting for this question!! I actually have a lot of Jake x Sherry headcnnons so yes!! I also have some specifically for my Jake and Sherry AU so let me know if you would like you see that as well!

This is pretty long so get ready haha

They both have the same love language. I think they both like quality time and acts of service. They both also really like physical touch but not in public.

Neither of them are a fan of PDA, but sometimes Jake will kiss her on the cheek or put his hands on her wait or shoulders out of habit.

I think they had a situationship going on for like a year.

Jake was staying with her on and off for a year before one day he just showed up with his stuff and told her that he quit all his jobs.

Sherry was so happy because she knew he trusted her. They definitely celebrated all night and Sherry was late for work in the morning.

Sometimes when they’re taking and looking/gazing at each other they will just start laughing because they feel awkward and a strong sexual tension hehe

Sherry likes when Jake hugs her from behind while she’s cooking, getting ready, or when they’re cuddling.

Jake smacks Sherry’s butt anytime he passes by her or when she bends down to reach for something.

The first time Jake hit her butt, Sherry just stopped what she was doing and looking at him. He just smirked at her and walked away.

One time he grabbed her ass while they were at work, lucky no one was there to see this, but Sherry definitely made him work for it when they got home.

It takes both of them time to learn how to sleep in the same bed as someone.

One night Sherry is having a really bad nightmare she wakes up and panics when she see’s Jake in her bed because she hasn’t fully woken up and she falls out of bed, causing Jake to wake up and when he see’s that she’s holding her gun he doesn’t panic.

This truly doesn’t faze him, he understands.

He slowly gets out of bed and takes the gun from her and puts it back on her nightstand before he holds her and feels tears start to fall into his shoulder.

He doesn’t bring this up ever again because he doesn’t want to embarrass her or make her feel bad.

It takes Jake just a little longer to adjust to sleeping in the bed with her.

When they first started living together and Jake was just getting used to everything, Sherry actually rolls onto his side of the bed (because she isn’t used to not having the bed to herself) and this freaks Jake out.

He grabs her and rolls them both off the bed and pins her down on the floor. If Sherry hadn’t yelled “hey” out of surprise, Jake would have most definitely tried to choke her.

She just looks up at him with a blank expression and asks if he’s okay. Jake apologizes profusely when he sits up and realizes what just happened. Sherry is quick to calm him down and they fall asleep sitting on the floor, but when she wakes up she’s asleep on her side of the bed and she finds Jake asleep on the couch.

This was the only time either of them freak out, now, they can’t sleep without each other.

They always have to be touching while they’re in bed hanging out of sleeping. Either they have to be cuddling, holding hands, or even just their legs just tangled together.

Sherry LOVES when Jake lets her hold him.

Jake would always hold Sherry when they were snuggled up with each other. It was in his nature to be this strong, almost possessive, man who always protected people who he loved. It was something he grew into when he was left to take care of his sick mom before his age was in double digits.

Jake likes spooning her because he likes to grab or hold her boob’s sometimes hehe.

I WILL SAY THIS FOREVER AND EVER! JAKE ALWAYS MAKES SHERRY PAPER RINGS WITH STEAW WRAPPERS WHEN THEY GO OUT ON DATES AND SHE KEEPS THEM ALL!

Jake HAS to hold Sherry’s hand when he’s driving.

When they argue (which is not often at all) they argue in Italian or French. Jake knew the language very well and Sherry picked up on it over the years because he would always make comment and self notes to himself in one of those two languages.

NSFW wise

Sherry likes it when he’s rough with her because she knows he doesn’t see her as a glass doll or something.

Leon saw three hickeys on Jake once and he was absolutely livid! He wanted to kill Jake so bad.

Jake like when Sherry rides him because he loves looking at her and he can see her face better when he kisses, bites, rubs, or touched a specific part of her body.

Sherry loves when he chokes her a little.

Sherry also loves to give him head, she can get herself off just by thinking about having him in her mouth.

It drives Sherry insane when he picks her up and does her against a wall or in the shower and it’s game over for her when he holds her hand.

Jake will sext her in Italian when she’s out on missions he has loves to teas her.

They will usually shower together after sex. Sometimes they get in another round and sometimes they just shower and pass out.

Jake always has to eat her out before he fucks her.

[cxs-workshops]

Still workshopping some things but here’s a little synopsis of my next My Time ocs intended for Project ME:

(Bear with me, I’m not great with words ><)

Name: Cy/??? (She/They)

Height: 5’10” / 179cm

Age: 300+ / (technically + mentally 28, age prior falling into cyberslumber)

Birthday: 2.3

Cy was an Old World resident, initially living as an average citizen (around the time of Age of Corruption), a somewhat gloomy girl with the love for tech and various hobbies mostly to keep busy. Cy was slowly hitting a low point in her life, until she was then targeted for experimental testing for the high end researchers/scientists. Seeing this as an opportunity to see more of their tech/inventions first hand and having little to no motivation to live as she was, why not. Little did she know, she was quickly prepped and tagged as a test subject for a new not-yet-tested trial, Digital DNA merging. Out of 15 subjects, there was one survivor, thus giving her new and current name “Cy”. With a somewhat newfound identity and even newer abilities as now half cyber entity, scientists have her and other surviving subjects from different trials (Cy’s eventual found family) in training as weapons of war.

Time goes by and the atmosphere glowingly becomes tense and hostile. Unbeknownst to humankind, days would soon quickly lead up to what would be known many years later as the Day of Calamity. Military, Researchers. Scientists, and overall citizens are scrambling in panic as machines are uprising. Cy and her friends hasten to find ways to stop or at least lessen the mayhem, but struggling to do so as the situation becomes more catastrophic. As options are dwindling, Cy and her friends are facing the inevitable, the group decides to scatter and do what they can during their final moments. Volt, Cy’s closest and dear friend, brings her to a highly classified lab room. He boots up a large device and starts typing, pulling switches with speed. Thinking he was still searching for some kind of kill code, Cy drags herself over to a window, stares in horror at what seems like the end of the world is happening before her eyes. Volt pulls in for a (final) hug and as Cy was bewildered, she was able to hear his last words: “I hope the future is kinder to you.” Cy gets no time respond, suddenly a light flashed around her and feels as though she’s being sucked in somewhere. The device Volt was fiddling with was a sort of cyber chamber and Cy was now in cyber slumber, hidden away in an old world lab. Not knowing if the world has officially ended, Cy peacefully sleeps…for over 300 years.

Meanwhile…Cy is still sleeping in cyberspace, to her it feels as if only minutes maybe hours have passed. Her body suddenly twitched, she heard voices but very faintly. Right then she is forcefully being thrown out of cyberspace, lights flash once again and hits against the lab wall. Cy groans while she holds her back in pain.

“I- how- what did you do?! What was that!?”

“Was…that a whole person?? They just shot out of the—wha— Are they alive? Hey! Hello!”

Still writhing in pain, Cy turns again and sees two faint figures in front of her who seem to be worried. Before she could adjust properly, one of the figures rushed over to help her up. Her vision starts to clear and she hears his crisp clear voice, “Are you ok? Can you stand? Can you talk?” She turns over to the voice and sees this guy with sharp, piercing, light red eyes but with a gentle expression. His hair silky gray and very fair skin. The other, was a woman with long dusty rose hair and hazel doe eyes, looking upon her with equal concern. Cy jerks away and looks around frantically. She quickly questions the two about where she was and what time of year it was, somehow thinking she has transported to another world or something. There was no chaos, no hoards of hostile machines within sight. The lab looked…abandoned and dust was everywhere. Overgrown was seeping through the cracks and all around the windows. There was a blue clear sky.

“Where…? Uh well this is (same planet) and the year is Peach xx.”

Ok, it’s same planet….but Peach? What? The fruit? What year did that mean? She wanted to confirm and firmly asked if the world was overrun by hostile machines, humans creating other advanced tech for war, possibly causing the world end.

“Oh that sounds like the Day of Calamity. Yeah that happened…I believe over 300 years ago?”

Before Cy froze, collapsed, and fainted, she managed to mumble,”So then..some have survived? What a relief.”

Name: Exe (He/They)

Height: 2’2”/66 cm (original/default form)

Age: 300+/???

Birthday: 3.10

Exe was just one of many of bots that were living within the Old World, but he was built with a special model and materials. Exe was created from a side hobby of a certain individual, Cy. She had convinced the scientists that she needed an AI assistant and slipped in that it could also benefit the lab and military (just something she added so she could have guaranteed permission bc she’s always wanted a bot buddy)

Exe was soon born and became Cy’s very reliable and loyal sentient assistant/friend. Exe is very efficient and friendly. Cy tinkers Exe’s body every so often and tested out something that gave him a special ability, shapeshifting. Exe is mostly build with nano tech, which allows him add, subtract and move parts freely as long as he has the data to shape into said thing. Over time he has a database full of various bot bodies, carriers, weapons and even animals. His current default form is the one that saves the most energy, so he mostly stays in it. As Exe’s database grows and becomes more and more useful, the scientists stepped in and assigns him to the next vital location, Altair One, where he was told he was going to be needed for the future of mankind. Exe politely refused because he didn’t want to leave Cy and her friends behind. The scientists strongly urged him to think about it…but there was no time to think.

Shortly after were the incoming days leading up to the Day of Calamity. Exe jumped into the frontlines, attempting to hack into bot network to try and calm things down but to no avail. When that wouldn’t work, he shifted into defense mode in order to assist as many humans as he could to safety. Sometime afterwards, his internal comm has pinged urgently, to come back to the lab immediately. He had recognized the ping, it was from Cy’s friend Volt. Exe hesitated but feeling concerned for Cy, he did as he was told. When he met up with Volt, he saw that he was alone and asked where Cy was. Volt dodged his question and just told him to put all of his, Cy’s belongings and anything else essential and place them into Exe’s digital inventory. Exe saw how desperate Volt was and continue to do what he was told. As Exe cleared out Cy’s dorm and pretty much everything else, Volt asked one last favor, to record a video message. Recording was done, Volt hugged Exe, “Take care and look out for each other.” Volt had quickly put him into maintenance mode and placed him inside his portable charging station then moved him right next to the cyber chamber device along with a written note. Volt looked back at the chamber and sighed with relief, then disappeared into the frontlines.

[pascalsknee]

Hurry

hey, hello, hi. This is my first time posting... I was so inspired by other writers on here bc wow y’all are massively talented. theres something about Joel that couldn’t keep me from writing him hehe

please be gentle on me haha

featuring: no outbreak Joel x afab reader

warnings: 18+, MDNI!

summary: porn with like a lil plot? fingering, cursing

“J-joel…. Joel please.” You begged him.

“Oh sugar,” he hummed, his eyes never leaving from between your legs. “I told you I was gonna take my time with you. Give you exactly what you deserve.” His voice rasped out.

His left arm firmly held your thighs up and out, making sure you stayed nice and open for him. His fingers on his right hand were splayed on your thigh, his large thumb softly rubbing back and forth on your throbbing clit.

Although it felt amazing, it wasn’t nearly enough.

“I need….” You trailed off. What did you need? Because ever since you met the man, this is exactly what you thought you needed. Having him in your personal space, invading your senses with his addicting smell. Just touching you.

Unfortunately, you were greedy.

For what felt like the first time tonight, his eyes met yours. The normal chocolate brown seemingly transformed into pitch black orbs from his lust for you. “What do you need baby?” he questioned. “I thought I was makin’ you feel good.”

He sure as shit was and he knew it based on the smirk on his gorgeous face.

Suddenly the presence of his thumb on your clit disappeared. Before you could protest, you felt one of his long fingers probing your entrance. “We don’t have much time baby," he grunted. "Gonna need you to be a good girl for me, okay?"

"Oh.... oh." Your eyes rolled back as he curled the long digit upwards. He was reaching uncharted territory that you could never reach on your own.

You heard the old pipes upstairs finally shut off. The sound bringing you back to reality where you remembered your mother was upstairs, showering after a long day at work before joining you and Joel for your Friday movie night.

Joel... the neighbor she had been 'seeing' for the last two months.

It wasn't as if they had gone on dates, or fooled around. He was just a friendly guy who lived next door trying to fill his free time now that his daughter, Sarah, was a teenager and only wanted to hang out with her friends.

Enter in the newly moved in single mom of a college aged daughter, who mistook his polite greetings from his driveway every morning as flirting.

You and your mom didn't have a lot in common. But damn did you both agree that Joel was one of the best looking dads on the block.

"Joel we have to stop." you whined.

"Not until you give me what I want, sweet girl." Joel slid another finger in, continuing with curling them upwards until he found what he was looking for. The sound of your slick music to his filthy ears. "You hear that baby? She's talkin' to me."

You reached down and gripped his wrist, trying to get him to stop. The action in itself half-assed as you felt the liquid heat spreading in your lower belly.

"Move your fuckin' hand." He growled, speeding up his fingers as he listened to your mom open the bathroom door and walk into her room.

It would only be a matter of minutes before she would get dressed and the stairs would creak as she descended.

You knew that he wouldn't stop until you came on his fingers or until he heard your mom at the base of the staircase. So you tried to clear your mind and focus on the knot in your belly, silently praying that he'd get you there quickly.

Joel muttered something you couldn't make out before his left hand slid up and wrapped around your throat. He might have applied light pressure, but it was enough for you to feel it. "Come." he demanded.

Finally you tumble over the edge. He thankfully has the mind to move his hand from your throat to covering your mouth just as you let out a throaty moan.

"Good fuckin' girl" he growls, sliding his fingers out of you while you quake on the counter. He places light kisses to your forehead and cheeks while he waits for you to come down from your high.

Unfortunately you can't stay that way as you hear your mom coming down the steps saying something about popcorn and whatever else.

"Shit," you hiss and push him back so you can hop down. Joel reaches down and pulls up your sleep shorts while you fix your hair, hoping you don't look as wrecked as you feel.

Just in time your mom rounds the corner. "Who's ready for Legally Blonde?!"

[anotherkindofmindpod]

Hi AKOM, I read Ian Leslie's article about "Now and Then," which you re-blogged, with great interest. Like you I believe it to be a fairly "sane take." Like many readers, I was struck by one passage specifically: "As far as we know, it wasn’t a sexual relationship, but it was a passionate one: intense, tender and tempestuous." The negation isn't necessary for Mr. Leslie to make his central point, which is that the Lennon/McCartney relationship can best be understood as a love affair. So why mention it at all? Because the idea of a sexual relationship (or attraction, even) between the two men is so offensive it has to be excluded, even though no one brought it up? Or as a circumspect way to introduce the idea to the discussion, buffered by the careful addition of "not, as far as we know?" I think it's the latter; I'd wager many readers do. And my feelings on this are mixed. Because the tone of "by no means do we want to suggest the presence of base carnal desires" is one of disapproval. Had this sentence not been in there, the love affair analogy would have spoken for itself, to be filled in by the reader at will. On the other hand, it's hard to ignore the possibility that these five words, "as far as we know," are the entire point of the article, which otherwise doesn't make a big effort to specify the exact shape of the love affair analogy. Passionate, yes. Breakup, yes. Hurt feelings and coded messages, yes. The Beatles' music as carrier of suppressed emotions—yes, but which ones? "In a sense, the music of the Beatles, which brings so much joy and consolation, is the glorious fruit of male repression. We like to think we live in a more emotionally enlightened age. We have learned to talk it out. Yet sometimes I think that is itself a kind of avoidance, or a failure of nerve. We’ve awakened from the dream, and yet seem to be more confused than ever." Is he talking about the current state of talking about John and Paul? What do you think? (I hope he expands on his analogy in his book.) P.S. I love your podcast and the hard work you put into it so listeners like me can feed their heads. Thank you for that! [P.P.S. I took out a digital subscription of the NYT because of this article, and no, I did very much not read the comments, nor do I intend to do so.]

Hello @crepesuzette2023! Thanks for writing! :) To be honest, the line "as far as we know, it wasn't sexual" didn't strike me as anything other than responsibly agnostic. I think if you ask the reader to reframe an already extremely famous creative partnership as a love affair, the natural follow-up question would be: sexual or platonic? In that event, stating he has no knowledge of it being sexual while also allowing for the possibility it might have been is exactly the right tone to take, IMO. Because that's the truth; we don't know either way. Honestly, I've been a bit bewildered by some of the tumblr response to this article. As I said, I think Ian Leslie's is a thoroughly sane take. Then again, I've been publicly talking about John and Paul as a love affair (on not just my own podcast but other peoples' as well) for years now, so maybe I'm in the belly of the beast. Don't get me wrong, it's very gratifying to read this in the NY Times! I'm excited by this shift towards open discussion in the public realm, but it's hardly scandalous. Leslie has been working on his book since 2021, I think. I don't agree with him on everything, but I think his takes on Lennon-McCartney are very good and sound. I recommend his piece on Get Back if you haven't read it. TBH, I'm not sure what the highlighted passage means. If I had to guess, I'd say he's talking about the way Beatles scholarship so far has refused to publicly accept Paul and John being in love, or contemplate what that means to their art or their lives because we have historically been too scared or cowardly. And maybe the act of creating timeless art as a display of love is much more powerful than being able to say the words to someone. But I don't really know. :) Also, this is just my (Phoebe's) response. Daphne and/or Thalia may have different takes. Thank you for the kind words about AKOM!

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Emily Prentiss x Sister Reader

I need more Emily requests

Request: All I can think of is Emily having a chaos gremlin of a little sister. Everyone already knows her. Emily brings her in, and said sister gets everyone else to help her prank Emily. If Tara could also be mentioned in some fashion, that'd be great!

Reader is 12

Third person pov...

Y/N Prentiss is the little sister of SSA Agent Emily Prentiss and she is a prankster and a certified chaotic Gremlin, the little 12 year old loves pranking her sister with Emily's team.

She even gets the Grumpy Unit chief Aaron Hotchner to join in on a couple of her Pranks.

It was one of those boring days at the FBI academy for the team they weren't on  any cases and had lots of paperwork to do, Spencer was working digitally at his desk and was flying through the paperwork as he enjoyed it.

Behind him Derek and Emily were sat giggling loudly like children as they kept throwing rolled up pieces of paper at the poor man.

The laughter increased as they kept hitting their mark, Spencers head, the genius was non the wiser as a pile of paper was forming around him at their many failed attempts.

From the side JJ and Penelope sit and watch as Spencer doesn't realise, then a recognisable person walks through the elevator and into the bullpen.

"Hey guys!" Exclaims the girl they all love Y/N Prentiss, Penelope and JJ laugh when the girl is tackled by her older sister, Emily throws away her paper and pulls Y/N in for an one arm hug.

"Hey lil sis" she said as her sister laughs "hey Em" laughs Y/N as she struggles to get out of Emily's hold, she is the  rescued by Morgan who fireman carries to 12 year old away from her sister.

Emily gasps dramatically "how dare you Derek Morgan  stealing my own sister from me!" She exclaimed as Derek puts Y/N down, the giggling 12 year old manages to evade her sister and runs up the ramp to Rossi and Hotches offices.

Woth Emily hot on her tail she knocks quickly and loudly on Hotches door and ducks when he opens it, her sister isn't so lucky.

Emily had jumped into a Crouch just before the sneaking gremlin knocked on her bosses door, Hotch doesn't even question Emily as she freezes infront of his door, he then sees the source of the laughter outside his door.

"Hello again Y/N, having fun annoying your Sister?" He asks hsut about hiding a smile of his own, the 12 year old smiles innocently at the man "of course Hotch" she said before running to the safety of Penelope and JJ.

They all watch as an embarrassed Agent Prentiss stalk back to her desk after getting a look from her boss, Y/N smirks as she perches on Spencers desk.

The man had stopped writing once he heard the common behind him. "That was fun right Spence" she said to the genius who nods. "Everything is fun with you Y/N" he says before going back go paperwork rolling his eyes when he finally notices the growing pile of rolled up balls of paper around him.

"So why are you here Y/N?" Asks Penelope, the girl turns around and in a whisper says "I'm here to pull as many pranks on Emmy as possible this week"  as she pulls away a smirk makes its way on both woman's faces. "Can we help."  Asks JJ earning a nod from the girl.

'This will be fun' thought the 12 year old to herself.

It was 9am time to start the longest prank war ever, Y/N first goes to Penelope to get her help. "Hey pen, can you print copies saying 'this ___ is now voice activated please say ___' says the evil 12 year old making the tech analysis laugh gleefully.

"Of course my love I will" she says before getting to work on Y/N first prank. 'Because Emmy is getting on in her old age, I thought prankjng her woth pretending everything is voice activated will be hilarious' Y/N giggle evilly as Penelope finishes of printing them out for her.

Soon her prank is set in motion, Y/N,watches as Emily falls for her first prank, the woman was making coffee when she sees one of Y/N voice activated paper.

"This coffee maker is now voice activated just say what drink you want" she mutters, she the puts her cup underneath the depenser, Y/N covers her mouth with laugher as her sister actually says what the paper says to say.

The Agent gets weird looks at she talks go the coffee maker, while her Grelim sister dies of laugher in the corner, Y/N manages to get away and plans her next prank.

The next prank Y/N involves Rossi as he is the best cook, saod man is now staring at Y/N as if she had a second head. "You want me to do what for your prank?" He asks making Y/N sigh.

"All I want is brussel sprouts to be covered in chocolate ans then put in a box so Emmy will think they are chocolate and eat them simple, please Rossi!" Begs the teen.

Rossi easily gives in  what even he's a softy for the young girl. "Fine" he sighs as the girl cheers.

The next day Emily finds a box of chocolates on her desk, surprised she opens it ans picks one out, Y/N is spinning around in Spencers chair and has the best seat. Just as a Emily bites into the 'chocolate' she instantly spits it back out coughing loudly.

"What the fuck!" She exclaims not noticing her sister ans the others watching with knowing eyes.

Time for the next prank.

Y/N corners JJ is her office, "I need your help. You know when Emily leaves for lunch don't you?" She asks the Blonde, JJ nods her head looking suspiciously at the teen.

"What time does Emmy take her lunch break?" She asks. "Is this for another prank?" "Yes" "then fine, she takes it at 12pm everyday and is gone for 15 minutes, now tell me" Says the blonde.

Y/N excitedly tells the blonde what she's going to do. "Okay so it involves bread and lots of it"

Later that same day Emily leaves at lunch Y/N gets to work, with the help of JJ  the two open and dump out two loafs of bread into Emily desk and in all the draws nothing is left unbreaded.

Y/N is laughing uncontrollably at the face Emily will make, "quick she will be back soon" Yells JJ and the two make themselves look innocent before Emily walks back in and goes to ber desk.

"What the fuck" she yells as piles of bread is in every one of her draws and on top of her desk. In JJs office the two are laughter uncontrollably as they hear Emily's yell from the bullpen.

Y/N next accomplice is Spencer. The man is busy at his desk before Y/N appears scaring the daylight put of him. "Hello Y/N" he says not liking thr evil grin on the girls face. "Heyy spence, just wondering how many sticky notes would you need to cover a car?" She asks making the genius roll his eyes.

"Another prank for Prentiss?" He asks earning a nod from the girl. "Fine, about 5,000 sticky notes, do you need help?" He asks making the girl jump up from his desk and start dragging him away from the building.

For the next couple hours to two work together to cover Emily car in sticky notes, some how the arw done before the day is over so they wait until Emily comes down to the parking lot.

Hours later Emily arrives to her car, the black haired woman just laughs when she sees her car. "Seriously!" She exclaims as Y/N and Spencer high five each other prank complete.

Next one Y/N hunts down Derek. She easily finds him and corners him, "Hey can you distract Emmy for me it's for a prank" she says, Derek is to happy not to help her.

As Derek distracts Emily, Y/N goes into action and grabs a piece of paper and writes on it before grabbing lots of tape and begins taping it to the bottom on Emily's mouse.

When Derek finishes distracting Emily he goes back go his desk woth Y/N at his side, the two watch as Emily tries to use her mouse but finds that she can't, the black haired woman get annoyed with it and turns it around only to find a piece of paper taped to the sensor with 'Ha ha ha ha ha' written all over it.

Pissed off she throws the mouse away. Derek discreetly high fives the trouble maker next to him, Y/N watches Hotches office "now for the Boss" she mutters.

For the last prank Y/N knocks on Hotches office and walks in when he calls. "Still pranking your Sister Y/N, what do you need me to do?" He asks getting straight to it.

Y/N smirks. "All you need to do I'd be yourself but not" she says mysteriously making Hotch raise his eyebrow at the girl he was expecting something more evil.

Throughout the day Hotch would just appear and ask Emily random questions about her cases making the woman paranoid at every movement. But thr end of the day the whole team was having way to much fun messing with Emily.

When Y/Ns alast day arrived she gathered the team in the bullpen. "Well its been fun but I have to go Mother is expecting me back" she says rolling her eyes but then looks at Emily. "I've had the best fun this week guys, thanks for helping out" she says making Emily glare at her.

"It was you who's been messing with me all week, you even got my team involved!" Exclaims Emily making a grab for Y/N who hides behind the closes perosm who happens to be a woman Tara Lewis who was new to the team.

While Emily was distracted Y/N made her get away. Tara looks at thw team "Your repretation proceeds you" Says the Dr as the team laugh and fill her in on what she missed.

The end!

Hoped you like this oneshot, this was fun to write, as usual sorry for the grammar and Spelling mistakes

Request are open!

Word count: 1783