#best read in light mode

[dinozarr]

DINOZARR IS OFFICIALLY ARCHIVED

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I DONT WANNA FIGHT YOUR SHADOW

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ WE CAN GO WHEREVER YOU LIKE BABY, SAY THE WORDS AND I'M DOWN ALL I NEED IS YOU ON MY SIDE.

❝ LET’S TALK ASAP. ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀CZAR. ⠀˖ ⁩۫ 𑄽𑄺ྀ HE ╲ XE. 9TEEN. BORICUA. MILFTHUSIAST. WHITE MANS WHORE (ARMIN ARLERT)

⠀⠀⠀⠀( 𝐈. 𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐕𝐄⠀𝐈𝐈. 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒⠀𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 )

nsfw writer. mainly for jjk, with some mentions of aot & fnaf here ‘n there. this blog contains dark content & is not spoiler free. so, please do keep that in mind.

© 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝓞𝐙𝓐𝐑𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑⠀𝜗ϱ⠀mature discretion advised. all rights reserved. do not plagiarize or steal works.

[madaqueue]

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃.

ꨄ QUINN ꨄ twenties, she/he/they, satoru’s one and only, dazai's begrudging soulmate, ajax's red string of fate, jjk & bsd & genshin & hsr, nsfw + dark content, 18+ MDNI ꨄ

love song: 'sailor song' x gigi perez

𝐍𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆.

ꨄ byf ꨄ tags ꨄ selfships ꨄ m.list ꨄ library ꨄ

ꨄ recent: sculptor’s dilemma

ꨄ events: press snowflakes in a book like flowers

ꨄ memories: a head held high is sure to fall

[sarahsangelicdoll]

ᨐฅ ฅ^>⩊<^ ฅ

༊·˚ ⋆ Animals ႔ ႔ home ꨄ︎ ⋆🐾°

ᠸᵕ ᵕ 𐅠

₊˚⊹ 𐂯 Kie ! your local angel. Sarahs angelic princess. Rafes angelic bimbo. JJs angel. John Bs doll. This angel loves receiving reqs ♡

ฅ·˚ ⋆ Navigation -

₊˚⊹ 𐂯 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 𓃦 | ₊˚⊹ 𐂯 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒 | ₊˚⊹ 𐂯 𓃹 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔 | ₊˚⊹ 𐂯 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒾 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 | ₊˚⊹ 𐂯 𝑒𝓂𝑜𝒿𝒾 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈

ฅ·˚ ⋆ blogs -

₊˚⊹ 𐂯 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓈 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔 | ₊˚⊹ 𐂯 𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓈 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔 | ₊˚⊹ 𐂯 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓅𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔 | ₊˚⊹ 𐂯 𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔 | 𓅓 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔 ᓚᘏᗢ

𓅾

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ🧀 |

ฅᨐฅ

༊·˚ ⋆ Divider credits!

⋆.ೃ࿔ 𝒾 𝒹𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒹𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝒾 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝓇!

𓆉 𓆉

𓆉

anitalenia

post

post

post

post

post

lunneclothing

post

dollywons

post

post

post

post

post

thecutestgrotto

post

miuji

post

enchanthings-a

post

cafekitsune

post

post

kodaswrld

post

saradika-graphics

post

enchantings

post

strangergraphics

post

auqazero

post

ᨐᵉᵒʷ

／＞　 フ

| 　_　_|

／` ミ＿xノ

/　　　　 |

/　 ヽ　　 ﾉ

│　　|　|　|

／￣|　　 |　|　|

(￣ヽ＿_ヽ_)__) ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ

＼二)

[starreo]

𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐎 !?

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒 !!

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰, 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 TWENTY-ONE, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ; 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 ; 𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐥𝐚, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱-𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐞 & 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 !

© starreo 2023. do not copy, translate or repost .

[hoshiros]

— 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 !

ᯓ★ 𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲/𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝟐𝟎+ ⋆˙⟡

writing ᡣ𐭩 AM mlist

notice!

[n]sfw multifandom blog, mdni with 18+ content. you are responsible for the content you consume. please don't trauma dump or be weird in my inbox or replies. not taking requests, inconsistent posting/no schedule, do not translate or repost to other platforms. not spoiler free

DNI -16, racist, xenophobic, homophobic, transphobic, trumpies, RCTA, etc.

[skibasyndrome]

my productivity is seriously gonna suffer if all my fave authors keep updating all my fave stories on weekends like this 🥲💜

[bakuslove]

⋆·˚ ༘ * +NSFW ONLY ! ! no one under 18 can interact or follow ! ! please have an age indicator somewhere obvious !

+ ABOUT THIS BLOG — tags ⋮ rules ⋮ masterlist

⋆·˚ ༘ * main account [interactions + follows from]— @xphntmhvx

©𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 — please do not steal, translate, edit, or reupload my works.

[smtere]

cat / smtere ✧.* . she / her . 6teen . uk - virgo!! open for requests . rin’s wife ( confirmed ) ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

— @ me

request !! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 masterlist 𖦹 tags 🏷️ ! ᯤ

© 2024 SMTERE. please do not copy any of my layouts / writing + translate / repost onto any other sites.

[ceroseis]

⋆⁺₊ ༄ soph ⊹ twentie-one ⊹ she/her ⊹ cpt. price’s pretty little lady

ִ[n]sfw multi-fandom writing blog  · 18+ to interact · dc friendly ⋆ ࿔⁺⋆ jjk, mha, hq, and cod mw [ reboots ]  ⋆ ࿔⁺⋆ slow updates . . . i write when i can .ᐟ "(っ- ‸ - ς) ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . currently semi-active .ᐟ

formerly soumies. interacts from @st4rc0ve.

⋆⁺₊ ༄ about + rules ⊹ masterlist ⊹ tags ⊹ love letters ⊹ main

new in the spotlight :

parade rest ⊹ task force 141

dirty little secret ⊹ megumi fushiguro

ceroseis © 2024. reposts, translations, and ai feeding of my works are not allowed. do not plagiarize, modify, or claim my work as yours in any way.

[luveline]

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐬

You’re in love with Spencer from the minute he gets you in his bed. [4k]

c: fem/afab. smut mdni, p in v sex, oral, fluff, aftercare, early intense feelings, spencer in sweetheart mode, flirting.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚⋆

It’s a cold day in November when you see him across the bar. He’s sitting at a table of friends drinking from a tall glass of coke. He’s normal. Non-imposing, undeniably cute, laughing with a smile that shows his teeth. His tie is to his belt and his suit jacket’s been thrown over the back of the chair. 

He looks like he might have fun with you, if you can catch his attention. Something about him seems… eager to please. 

You watch him, and you watch his friend. He seems more your usual type, muscled, confident. He’s the key. You let your gaze linger on the curly-haired boy until the friend glances your way. You give him a look. Hey, who’s your friend?

You look away once you see an arm rise. There’s elbowing, arguing. You sit relaxed at the bar and twists your straw through cherry spritz, ice cubes tinkling. After a minute you think, Oh, come on. After two you worry you aren’t his type. 

Then comes salvation. The curly haired boy slots between your seat and the next, beckoning the bartender forward with a nearly perfect, “Excuse me?” 

“Right there with you.”

You wait. He seems cute, but you’re not trying to take him home if he doesn’t have the chops for it. And not because you see yourself as some deadly thing to be pleased, but you can’t spend another night fluffing someone else’s feathers. 

“Hey,” he says finally, surprisingly without the nerves you’d read before. He must’ve breathed through them. “How’s it going?” 

You lift your gaze from the dark purple of your spritz. The first thing you notice are the beauty marks you couldn’t see before, along his cheeks and hiding among a light shadow of stubble. “Hi, handsome,” you say softly. You can’t imagine him liking a firm touch, but that might become more apparent later on. “Nothing’s going on, I suppose I was just waiting for you.” 

“Yeah?” he asks. 

“Mm-hm.” 

He puts one arm on the bar. You let your eyes dawdle on his hand. “Are you here alone?” 

“I was with a friend,” you confess, lifting your gaze to his, making steady eye contact for as long as he’ll allow you to. His gaze flits to your mouth as you continue. “But she met somebody. I was told not to wait up.” 

“So you’re in need of company?” 

You tip your head to give him the best glance at you, all eyes and gentle smiles as you nod. “Would that be you?” 

“What are you drinking?” 

“Cherry spritzer.” 

“Can I buy you another one?” 

“Just one, please.” You believe in the overarching reach of sexuality, of being with someone, but you don’t believe in drinking and sex, nor allowing a man to pave the way. “This is my first. If I have more than that I’ll be too tipsy to do what I want tonight.” 

“What’s that?” he asks. 

You tap your nose. The boy —the man— to your delight, seems to like the gesture very much. 

The bartender approaches. Your unknown, lovely looking man asks for a coke and a cherry spritzer, extra cherries, though you didn’t tell him too. He nods to your little plate of cherry stems and asks, “Can you tie a knot?” But before you can answer, he adds, “I’m good at it.” 

Spencer proves to be good at a few things. Kissing, touching, his face in sweet places and his spit-wet thumb to a nerve. One moment you’re sitting at the bar wondering if he’ll take you home and the next you’re taking a taxi, you’re lying in his bed being stripped of your stockings, being laid on top of. You didn’t know he had it in him, this sweaty, adoring kissing in the dark; there’s a difference between kissing for hunger’s sake and kissing with love, and for some strange reason Spencer doesn’t seem to know the difference. 

“Have we met before?” you ask, the ache between your legs sharper than ever as his hand flirts with the boundary of your stomach and the apex of you, begging to go back there and prolong what he’d started. 

“No.” His lips are on your neck, kissing as he slips a finger behind your ear. “I’d remember.”

His chest pushes into yours again, triggering a breathy gasp as the button of your nipple takes the brunt of him. He turns your face, that flirting hand abandoning your wanting cunt to squeeze at your sides, your ribs, the soft hill of your breast. 

“Do you wanna cum again?” he asks softly. The best part is that he’s earnest, not a second of bravado in it as he lays his lips against your cheek. 

You could. He’d done stuff with his mouth you’ve never experienced before, fingertips teasing your wetness as he told you something about tantrics and pleasure, his hand under your knee, holding you open. You’d felt so suddenly out of control and —and honestly, you’d thought yourself half in love with him for the way he was kissing you alone. No shyness, but softness. No rushing, no annoyance when it took you time to tip into pleasure. He’d been delighted when you seized, had sat up to draw the climax out with circles, matching pace to your rising chest. 

You slip a hand into his curls and treat him with the same sweetness he’d given you, kissing him like you love him: for whatever time this is, you really do. He’s the prettiest boy you’ve ever fucked. All it took to meet was a snowstorm and a need to escape the rigid cold. 

“I think you should fuck me now,” you say, scratching his scalp lightly, not so frantic, no more pulling. “Please.”

He kisses you, kisses your jaw, and doesn’t pretend he isn’t eager as he snatches the condom from the dresser. For a while things are giggly and breathless, nervous for a pause, then achingly tight. You stay and Spencer wraps his arms behind you, kissing your neck as you let your leg fall to the side. 

“When did you tell me your name?” you ask, breathless again as his kiss matches his rhythm, slow grinds of his hips, flirting as his hand had been, just a few inches from filling you completely. 

“I don’t remember,” he says through a kiss.

“Spencer.” 

“Yeah?” 

“I just thought I’d try it,” you say, covering your eyes with your hand as his hips flex and he touches that worst part of you over, and over, and over. 

Spencer turns your face to take your hand, slowing to a crawl. He checks your gaze, and sinks into you again. Slow fucking, long kisses, his hands rubbing up the juncture of your neck and down again, then stroking your arms, comfort for a pain you don’t feel. 

“What do you want me to do?” he asks quietly. 

“Just this.” 

“No, but what do you want?” he asks, lips pulled into a smile that didn’t quite make it into a laugh. “What feels best? I can get you there again.” 

So you end up more on your side than your back. He helps you lift a leg over his hip and then he’s back to kissing you senseless. You can’t think of anything but being kissed, being fucked, it doesn’t just feel like an okay pastime with a vaguely handsome guy heightened by a drink, it’s fucking with intent. He curls an arm behind your back to hold you against him and he lets you have everything. 

Something must give you away, a shaking leg, the way you breathe; he knows you’re ready before you do, kissing down your chest as his hand sinks between your hot thighs. Slick or not, he finds where he wants to touch, your eyes filling with heat as he slows. 

He draws it out. The second his lips find your chest you trip into cumming for the second time. You hadn’t realised he was close but you cum and he quickly follows, his nose at your collar. He sounds insane. Beggy, breathy moans, a shade from laughter.

“Can I keep going?” he asks just under your ear. 

You can’t say yes fast enough. He’s kind, ignoring your desperate tone. 

You don’t count the number of times you fuck that night. It’s not clear, really. They aren’t separate occasions. You come down and he’s stroking the skin of your neck as you catch your breath, drawing lines down your arm, murmuring, “You okay?” as you nod and slip a hand behind his back. 

He hugs you like he’s known you for years. When you kiss his blushing chest, kiss downward, he turns breathless. It goes on like that for a while. Afterwards, he situates himself between your legs and lets his weight force your thighs into your abdomen, just enough to feel the pressure, searching kisses pressed to your knee. 

It’s not that you fuck all night, it’s just different than before. And when he encourages you under his sheets to lay behind you, there’s a part of you that wants his hand to stray between your legs again, no matter how tired you are. 

“I’d say sorry for keeping you up, but you sounded like you liked it,” he murmurs in the dark, wrapping a solid arm around your stomach and pulling you tightly to him.

You have no regrets. For perhaps the first time ever, it feels as though all your gasps and teary sighs were adored, and not just smugly kept. “You didn’t notice me falling asleep?” 

He laughs at your teasing, his breath kissing the back of your neck. “When did that happen?” 

“…I don’t want to fall asleep, now.” 

“You don’t have to… I can make you a cup of tea, or…” He draws another line down your arm, ending in a swirl before your elbow. “You could shower.” 

Both sound nice, but no. Your legs are still weak from being held, the ache of a good fuck taking home in your stomach. Truthfully, nothing could make you wanna leave whatever it is he’s doing to you now. The shape of his lips warms your shoulder. 

“That was amazing.”

“You’re amazing,” he says, wrapping you up all over again. He can’t decide how to hold you. You grab his hand and keep it there under your breasts, letting your eyes flutter closed. 

How can he say that? He has this strange way of touching that’s making you feel yards prettier than you usually do, and he’d just fucked you like a dream. You couldn’t manage that sort of pleasure alone. 

“Where have you been hiding?” you whisper, toying with his fingers. Might as well do everything you can while you can. 

“Nowhere.” 

“So where have you been?” 

He takes a breath. “Turn around?”

You begin turning and he takes you like a dance, leaning in slowly to kiss you, until his smoothness gives way to a smile. He pulls back. In the barest lick of light from the window, you can see a blush spreading across his nose. 

“Sorry. I should ask, I shouldn’t just kiss you,” he says, cupping your cheek. 

How might you go about marrying this boy? You decide to play it cool, kissing him until you fall asleep in his arms, your lips still parted for another lazy press of his as he pulls the sheets over your shoulders. 

—

You wake to something new. There isn’t a man against you hinting for a morning tryst, nor an empty bed, a note to let yourself out when you’re ready. There’s a real, gentle hand on your neck. It slides to your shoulder and rubs. 

“You okay?” a voice asks. 

You force your eyes open, blurry vision further occluded by a face. 

His hair is damp. Like he showered a while ago. Spencer’s hand travels to the back of your neck and touches accordingly. “I wouldn’t have bothered you, but it’s almost one. I was worried you might be sick.” 

You close your eyes, smiling, better when he scratches the back of your neck with short nails. “I was up late.” 

“I know, I’m  sorry.” 

You wait for him to tell you why you have to leave, any manner of excuse, but nothing comes. 

“So are you? Okay?” he asks gently. 

“I’ll leave soon.” 

“That’s not what I’m trying to say. If you’re not sick, you can go back to sleep.” 

“And just lay in your bed all day,” you murmur, disbelieving. 

“If you wanted to. Or… you can shower, and I can make you something to eat.” His thumb takes to your cheek. One night stand sex can’t be something he does often, or there’s a real possibility that he’s the first man to ever do it right.

His eyes are so much bigger than you realised. “Do you wear glasses?” 

He stammers, embarrassed, “How would you guess that?” 

You raise a hand to his face and draw a short line against his nose. “You have the marks here. Were you reading?” 

“Just while I was waiting for you.” 

“What do you do?” 

“What?” 

“I didn’t ask what you do, I don’t think we managed to ask each other much of anything,” you say, rewarded for your vulnerability with a chest-aching smile, his canine teeth peeking from under his lips. He still looks kissed, lips a shade of sore you’re sure you’d see on yourself in the mirror. 

“I work for the government,” he says, catching your hand to cradle your wrist, “for something called the behavioural analysis unit.” 

“Like, statistics?” 

He lets your hand fall against his chest, a thin grey t-shirt under your knuckles failing to hide the shapes of him, of which you’d explored at length last night. You kissed as much of his chest as you could and it hadn’t felt like enough, Spencer leaner than you’d realised with a stomach on the soft side, easy to kiss relentlessly. 

Your mouth is drying thinking about it. Spencer watches you wordlessly, before saying, “I guess it is like statistics, especially for me. We try to think about serial criminals in terms of their motives. It’s an attempt at math for something not usually quantitative.” 

“And you’re good at it.” 

“I’m good at math, yeah.” 

“Probability of a,” —your breath betrays you, slightly too hopeful as it catches— “morning kiss if I brush my teeth first?” 

His eyes light up. He leans down carefully, and gives you a chaste, firm kiss. 

You forget that you’re naked, not worried about being shy. The sheets fall away from you as you lift up to meet him. He holds them to your naked waist, the other hand skirting just below your breast. You wish he’d touch you like he did last night, but he isn’t so forward. His kiss is kind. You frown as he pulls away. 

“I had a really great time, last night,” he says, tip of his thumb setting your nerves aflame as it drifts over your skin. “Really great.” 

“Me too.” 

“And you’re okay?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Nothing hurts?” he asks. 

“No, of course not.” Your confusion clears. “No, you weren’t like that. I think my legs might be aching but that’ll go away in the shower.” 

“I can run you a bath, if you want. It’s a half bath so you might not be able to stretch out, but it’ll help.” He gives you a smile. The familiarity between you doesn’t want to ebb. 

“Shouldn’t have showered without me,” you say, soft, lest playful be something he doesn’t want on a new day. 

“My hair was greasy. Someone kept touching it.” 

You sit up. Spencer’s hands fall to yours.

It’s hard not to play with someone’s hair when it’s in their face, and when they’re trailing kisses in warm places. He doesn’t blame you really, you can see it in his eyes. 

For a pause, you just sit. 

This is nice. Not being thrown out, left with that aching gap in your chest like you gave something you hadn’t intended when it started. Sex will never be easy again, you realise, not when you know it can be good. 

“You’re not working today, are you?” you ask. 

“No, why?” he asks in turn, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. 

“Maybe we…” He waits. He’s pretty enough to force your hand. “We could get to know each other,” you say, gaze taking refuge on his hands. “If you want to.” 

”Really?” 

“I’ve never had that with someone. Maybe we’re, I don’t know, compatible in more ways than one.” You remember yourself, lifting your head, startled by the sheer want in his expression as he holds your fingers. “You’re handsome, and you seem kind. We could have fun.” 

“We could have so much fun,” he says, that flushed blush already spreading across his nose again. 

You draw a line up his chest. “I might need help getting my back, in the shower. That’s not a tight squeeze, is it?” 

“We might have to stand very close.” 

You giggle wildly as he pulls you up, worse when he drapes a sheet over you worrying about the cold. It’s treatment you could grow used to. 

— 

Spencer’s trying to figure out how he got here. You, across the bar sending him looks —Derek swore you were— and the second he got to your chair he realised you were out of his league, but he had nothing to lose beside his pride. 

Then there was you, in bed, pulling on his tie murmuring sweet somethings, sweet pleadings, really, taking another kiss as he moved as you asked. 

Then you, the morning after. You’d slept for long enough to scare him, but when you woke you were exactly the girl you’d been the night before, only slower. Ever so slightly bashful. We could get to know each other. 

Spencer’s not sure how he managed it, but you don’t go home. And on Monday you go to work and come back. On Tuesday he meets you outside of your building to take you for dinner, and you come back with him again, another night up in his arms, tangling his hair with enthusiastic fingers. The sex is good, it is, not just ‘cos his past catalogue of lays were with women who wanted casual experiences solely, or those few times with Ethan where it ended too fast and left him useless. You fuck him like you love him. It’s crazy, except he’s acting the same way. 

When you’re not fucking you’re in his lap, or sitting at the coffee table with your face on his thigh driving him crazy, or you’re laying with your feet tucked under him telling him something about you. He is desperate for the details. 

Like, this is it. You’ve pulled your chair as close to his as humanly possible and thrown both legs over his, basically sharing his seat as you laugh around a messy mouthful of Thai noodles. 

“Don’t look, I’m being disgusting–”

“You’re never disgusting, let me–”

He’s heard you pee. He’s kissed you all over. The human aspects of you don’t bother him. 

“Spence, can you–”

“It’s going up your nose–”

“–stop, holy s–”

He pinches your nose clean. “Tada. Kiss now?” 

“You wanna share?” 

“Yes!” 

“No.” You press your hand to your mouth before he can lean in.

He lets you swallow your mouthful. Your ankle is cool in his hand. When people talk about love, it’s about meeting someone, the dates and the phone calls, the big questions. Spencer didn’t know you could do it like this. Every time you go home, you’re asking if you can come back or pestering him to come your way. 

“Can I kiss you now?” he asks imploringly. 

“No, we’re done kissing for a bit. I want another one of those massages.” 

He can’t joke about it or he’ll turn crimson. You enjoyed a polite leg massage, until he got to your thighs, and things got out of hand. 

“No massages.” He taps you under the chin, letting his hand travel wherever it wants over the side of your face. 

“Fine, no massages. Unless you want one?” 

“No, we agreed tonight we’d just– sleep. My boss is onto me.” 

You wink involuntarily as he cups your cheek, his fingers pushed lightly over your eyes.

You aren’t fiends, but finding someone who matches as you do makes it hard to abstain from the fun. Last night was tame, though; he’d made sure you were happy and fallen asleep to grateful neck kisses. Tonight, he won’t say no, but these all-hours affairs have to stop. Derek’s suspicious of him, Hotch has the situation entirely sussed, he's sure, and Spencer’s sixty percent sure Rossi saw you both outside of Quantico tonight kissing against a toll booth.  

Not that it matters. Spencer has a good feeling you’re not a fling. 

“I got you some stuff earlier,” he says. 

You pull his hand from your face and ask, “What stuff?” 

“Like, stuff you need here. I don’t know what you like, but there’s a cleansing balm– are you allergic to chamomile?” You shake your head. “Um, it might be weird, I got you underwear, just ‘cos of the situation yesterday–”

“I liked wearing boxers, they were snug in a certain region is all–”

“–and some shampoo. That sort of stuff. Just so you can stop suffering with mine.” 

“You know what shampoo I use?” 

“I deduced it.” 

“Ah, yes, mister profiler,” you mumble, bending into your knees to hold his face. “If I hadn’t looked you up online I’d think you were a stalker. How can you guess my favourite ice cream flavour when I never told you?”

He smiles shyly. “I just can.”

“Is there anything else you’ve guessed about me?” 

“Every meal with you takes a half hour. You’re easily distracted.”

He laughs as you protest, “You’re distracting! You don’t need to guess that.” 

“You distract me, too.” 

You gather yourself up and stand over him to kiss his nose. “Spencer,” you whisper, your fingers sliding into his hair, “thank you. You don’t have to buy me stuff, I could’ve just gone home.”

“I don’t really want you to.” 

You raise your head to see him eye to eye. “I don't want to either. This is… I like you.” 

He hums, wrapping his arms around you. The hugs are rarer than kisses, but only because you’ve shared so many of the latter in the dark. He’s been thinking of kisses as the extension to fucking, that they’re okay as long as it’s done in bed, but the more time you stay, the more kisses you’ve shared for no reason at all. You kissed his cheek on the train earlier and he felt it like a shock, tipping his chin down to peck you on the lips, your arm curled behind his back as the traincar rattled over a bend. 

“I like you too,” he laughs. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, of course I do.” 

“Not just…” 

“It’s not just the sex,” he says, waving his hand behind your shoulder as you curl into him all over again. It feels amazing. 

“Should we go out, then?” 

“We do.” 

“No, should we date? We could be partners, officially.” 

Spencer can’t take it, scooping you into his lap, though you do sit obligingly on his thigh. He shifts to take the weight. 

“Please, let’s be partners,” he says softly. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t, it’s still soon.” 

“Five days and counting. That’s longer than some marriages, you know.” 

“Maybe we can be, like, tentative boyfriend and girlfriend. If you change your mind, no hard feelings.” 

“And if I don’t?” he asks. 

“Then we get married in Vegas.” 

“You could meet my mom.” 

“I’d love to meet your mom.”

“Do you really wanna be my girlfriend?” he asks. 

“I mean… there’s not such a big difference in dating and what we’re doing, right? This is relationship stuff, we just sort of skipped the awkward first dates.” 

“We did,” he says, failing to hide his grin. 

You stroke his cheek with your nose.

Your attempt at abstinence doesn’t last, but neither party is to blame. You have to celebrate somehow. So you finish your takeout dinner and wash dishes bumping hips. He locks the door for the night and you, giggling, struggle to change his A/C. When he drags you by the sleeve to the bedroom, he doesn’t intend on jumping right into it, and for a while he doesn’t. You lay on top of him between his parted legs and he spends a sluggish hour stroking your hairline, listening to you talk. But his devotion turns to your ear, and he’s kissing behind it, and you’re hitching yourself up his chest soon enough. 

“That cherry spritzer was worth it, huh?” you ask lowly, scratching his jaw as you sit over him.

You really are pretty, amplified by your syrupy smile. 

“I guess that depends what you think. Was I as good at making knots as I promised?” he asks. 

“I can’t remember.” 

“I can remind you?”

“That might be prudent, Dr. Reid.” 

“I never should’ve told you about that,” he murmurs, your lips atop his, ready to be parted. 

“I would’ve found out eventually. I’m gonna find out everything about you, honey.” 

Spencer lets his eyes shutter closed. Me first, he thinks, giving in to another endless kiss. He has the advantage, after all. 

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚⋆

thank you for reading!! if you enjoyed please consider liking reblogging or leaving a comment/reply it makes my day and I am so grateful<3 

[dinozarr]

ㅤ♱ ❜ ▍ ON YOUR MARKS, RACERS !

⸰ֺ⭑ GARAGE WORKS † !

⠀

[ RACER I ]⠀ 𝓙UJUTSU KAISEN

[ RACER II ]⠀ 𝓐TTACK ON TITAN

[ RACER III ]⠀ 𝓗AIKYUU

[ RACER IV ]⠀ 𝓑LUELOCK

[ RACER V ]⠀ 𝓣OKYO REVENGERS

† return to main track

ᶻ z Z ! © TAKST4Z — all rights reserved. mature discretion. please do not plagiarize or steal any of my works or graphics.

[lovetreats]

LOVETREATS .ᐟ ༊*·˚ u can call me lily ! filo, 9teen, 1st yr college with a long ass name for a program, ENG/TAG OK! was bakutreats.

LINKS <3 ( byf / dni .ᐟ rules .ᐟ masterlist .ᐟ projects .ᐟ ao3 .ᐟ tags .ᐟ )

REQUESTS : open! READ BYF / DNI & RULES FIRST.

DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY NSFW POSTS IF UNDER 18. if u spam like, spam reblog too hehe

WORKS .ᐟ

— just posted ༊*·˚ matchmaking pt two. bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

— on going ༊*·˚ matchmaking. bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

— most loved ༊*·˚ matchmaking. bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

₊˚⊹♡ .ᐟ wips.

all rights reserved © LOVETREATS. all fanfics belong to me. do not repost or claim my content as yours. do not recommend on any other platforms any of the works seen here.

last updated : december 31, 2024

[villainology]

༊࿐ kai. mid-twenties. they / she. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ reiner’s princess and jason’s angel.

(n)sfw. dc. multi + not spoiler free. mdni. currently picking mushrooms n chasing butterflies in the forest. main blog for my writing blog !

© VILLAINOLOGY 2023 — do not copy, plagiarise, change, translate, or repost the contents of this blog anywhere. do not spam like, ageless / blank blogs do not interact. dark content friendly. mdni banner template by @/cafekitsune!

[dollishmehrayan]

BATBOYS HCS ON YOUR PERIOD ── .✦

a/n: so basically this is a request by a anon (here) and anyways I’m gonna try to be very active from now on actually and like try to post 3 times a day too and answer requests too!

Tags: ( batboys x reader)

DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

The overthinker final boss: Dick keeps a stash of everything you might need pads, tampons, heating pads, chocolate, and tea. He probably Googled “best snacks for periods” and stocked up on all of them.

Mr. Optimism: He tries to cheer you up with jokes or funny stories from his day. If you’re too grumpy, he’ll settle for giving you a massage instead.

Walks it Off with You: If cramps aren’t too bad, he’ll suggest going on a short walk to “get the blood flowing” (pun not intended he swears).

Endless Compliments: “You’re glowing. No, I’m serious. Period or not, you’re stunning.”

JASON TODD ── .✦

Silent Supporter: Jason isn’t the type to fuss over you, but he’ll quietly do everything to make you comfortable like bringing you your favorite snacks, handing you the remote, or lighting a candle in the room.

Cramps Battle Plan: “Heating pad or Tylenol? Pick your weapon.” He’s very no-nonsense about getting rid of your pain.

Comfort Food King: He’ll whip up your favorite comfort meal, and if he doesn’t know how to cook it, he’ll spend hours watching YouTube tutorials to get it right.

Protective Mode Activated: If anyone so much as annoys you while you’re on your period, Jason’s ready to pick a fight. “You’re messing with her today? Leave her the fuck alone.”

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

The Researcher: Tim has read every article about periods and cramp relief. He’s got tips you’ve never even heard of, like drinking tart cherry juice or lying in a specific position to ease the pain.

Sleep Enforcer: “You need rest. I’ll handle everything.” He’ll make sure you get enough sleep, even if it means carrying his laptop into the bedroom to work quietly by your side.

Subtle Humor: When you’re cranky, Tim knows how to make you laugh without crossing the line. “I guess Batman didn’t prepare me for this kind of monthly chaos.”

Midnight Run Specialist: If you casually mention craving something like fries or ice cream, he’s already putting on his shoes to go get it.

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Efficient and Direct: Damian doesn’t dance around the topic. “What do you need? Tell me, and I’ll get it.” He’ll ensure you have everything from snacks to painkillers.

A Little Awkward at First: If it’s his first time dealing with your period, he might be slightly flustered but determined to be helpful. Expect a lot of practical solutions.

Healthy Solutions Advocate: He’ll try to make you herbal teas or suggest yoga stretches that can relieve cramps. “This pose is known to improve blood flow. Try it.”

Protective Little Bean: If anyone upsets you while you’re on your period, Damian will glare at them like they’ve personally offended his family. “Apologize to her. Now.”

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

Regular guy: Bruce has handled every kind of crisis imaginable and he does have daughters/ female colleagues and close friends so he isn’t truly like clueless, so this is no different to him. He’ll make sure you’re stocked up on everything and keep the Batkids in check so they don’t annoy you.

Comfort King: He’s surprisingly good at creating a calming environment dim lighting, soothing music, and plenty of blankets. (But please never ask him to decorate for the love of god😭 h/j)

Subtle Affection: Bruce isn’t overly emotional, but he’ll quietly make sure you’re okay, checking in on you with a simple, “Do you need anything?”

[rotsflesh]

⸝⸝﹙ BABY, PULL ME CLOSER ❦ ﹚

pairing ⋮ dabi x reader, shigaraki x reader, hawks x reader, twice x reader.

warnings ⋮ SMUT. lowercase / small fnt intended. best read in light mode. public sex. oral sex (m. recieving & f. recieving). cockwarming. alcohol consumption.

DABI, who fucks you on the hood of his shitty car, completely ignoring the fact that, across the street, sits a police station. his pants are pushed down just enough that his cock is free, his fingers dig into your hips so hard that you’re sure there’s going to be bruises tomorrow. he leans down, his tempo not slowing in the slightest, and scoffs in your ear; “bet you like this, huh? anyone could walk by, see you bent over for me.”

TOMURA, who’s dick is shoved down your throat as his fingers move swiftly at his controller, entirely focused on the game in front of him. you don’t do this often, because he doesn’t like to be distracted when playing games, but when you do, he makes you stay there, spit dripping down your chin, until your jaw aches. then—and only then—will he shut his PC off and drag you up to his lap, rolling his eyes.

KEIGO, who loves quickies on his breaks. you’re tucked away in an alley, facing the wall, shielded by his wings, spread wide. his movements are jerky. desperate and uncoordinated. he’s always so pent up; he fucks you like this is the last time he’ll ever be able to do it. he fucks you like he needs it to survive. he fucks you like it’s purely instinct, like he has to.

JIN, who fucks you in a mausoleum. it’s the middle of the night, both of you are a little drunk, and you happen to stumble upon a graveyard. his words are slurred, mumbled against your neck as he kisses down your neck. he kneels in front of you and eats you like a starving man. licking and sucking and biting. he can’t fuck you, whiskey dick getting the best of him, but he’s fine with that. honestly, he thinks that even if he was never able to touch you again, he’d still love you.

[shepherds-of-haven]

It's here.

The Shepherds of Haven Twine alpha build is live on Patreon!

What's New:

UI! A new UI for the game awaits you, including a range of visual themes to switch between light and dark mode, each with its own ‘minimalist’ version for those who favor strict readability! Stat screens, achievements, notifications, codex entries, newspaper articles, journal entries, storefronts, the day off hub, relationships, the character guide, the inventory, your room, trading cards, gambling, and so much more have been redesigned from the ground-up!

Miss the old look? Switch the font to Georgia and use the "Scholar" theme in your settings. You can even toggle "prioritize stat bars" if you want to change everything back to just stat bars!

A vast range of settings to customize your game! Includes several fonts and ways to read the text, including OpenDyslexic font, as well as toggles to disable or enable visual effects, music, and character art. 

Robust save system! Now, you can not only use 10 different save slots on your browser (including autosaves), you can also download saves directly to your device, arrange and rename them as you like, and even use them to play the game between different devices and browsers!

Interactive maps! Explore and learn about the world of Blest like never before!

Music! A gorgeous custom soundtrack for the game was designed and composed by Ivan Duch and will play at key moments in the story.

Art! New character art, character cards, collectible trading cards, background art, codex documents, bestiary notes, and so much more have now been integrated into the game. Don’t miss the absolutely gorgeous cover designed by Angela Wang!

Fully mobile compatible! Though desktop is strongly recommended for the best gameplay experience, Shepherds is mobile-compatible and feature-rich regardless of what device you play it on.

Other gameplay improvements:

Trouble and Briony are now romanceable by players of all genders.

All players can change their pronouns at any times. Pronouns do not affect romances.

Gambling is now unlocked earlier.

Two day offs is now unlocked earlier.

You can now allocate different points in magic and weaponry training to different skills, not just one at a time.

For now, the new alpha build is only available on Patreon, primarily because this is all new to me and I was working under a severe crunch after the abrupt closure of Dashingdon. Once all the bugs have been ironed out, I feel less nervy, and the dust has settled down some--and I get some semblance of a functional daily life back again--I'll get to work making a public demo available to everyone. It shouldn't be too long of a wait!

In the meantime, please consider signing up for the Shepherds of Haven newsletter: you'll be notified of only the most important announcements--including the release of the public demo, beta-testing opportunities, DLC announcements, and more. Plus, you'll get a free exclusive digital wallpaper based on Shepherds of Haven! :)

Other new links:

manifold-studios.com - official website for my games

@manifoldstudios - this (shepherds-of-haven) is still my main account, but you can follow this one for a cleaner way to receive just announcements as well!

linktree

newsletter

And, of course, if you want to give the new Twine build a try, you'll want to...

Play here!

I sincerely hope you enjoy! ✨