#f/w 2009

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December 2009 PDX Portland Oregon U.S.A.

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T is for Two Time

april 09, 2009

summary: Spencer gets jealous when you have to dress sexily for a case.

word count: 3.1k

warnings: s m u t. jealousy, angst, dom!spence, creampie, oral (f receiving), fingering, there is two smut scenes in this part, the second one is much much much softer than the first.

“Y/N, I need to speak to you,” Hotch says, approaching you from behind. 

You were sat at a table in the LAPD. The BAU had been called in three days ago to assist in catching a serial killer. This particular killer had gained a plethora of media attention and was dubbed “The Nightclub Nightmare.” Spencer sat across from you sharing his psychological profile with you before finalizing it with Hotch.

You spun around in your chair to face him. “Alright,” you said, waiting for him to speak.

“Alone,” he said, glancing at Spencer to signal for him to leave.

Spencer’s eyes met yours, a sympathetic yet questioning look being sent at you. You nodded at him, simultaneously telling him to do as Hotch asked and that you’ll tell him what this was about as soon as you can. He stands from his chair, taking his file folder with him to the conference room nearby to continue working. 

“I need you to go undercover,” Hotch says.

You’re a bit taken aback. It was rare for BAU agents to go undercover, typically other teams did that. And on the few occasions your team did, Emily was often the one to do so. She’d had plenty of experience in the secret and undercover agent field. So why were you the one to be approached by Hotch this time?

“W-what?” you stutter out, “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he says firmly. “You fit his target victimology perfectly.” He can sense your apprehension of the subject. “You’ll have backup every step of the way. Morgan and Prentiss will be posted inside the club with you and Reid and I will be in the van just right outside. We’ll have eyes on you the entire time.”

His eyes don’t leave yours as he awaits your response. Despite his reassurances, you still feel uneasy. “I- I just don’t know if I can do it,” you admit, voice faltering in a whisper. 

“Y/n,” he says, using your first name to be more sincere, “I wouldn’t ask you to do something I didn’t fully believe you were capable of doing.”

You shift your weight in your seat. “Okay,” you finally say after what felt like an eternity, “I’ll do it.”

A flat line appeared on Hotch’s face, the closest thing to a smile he could give. “Good. Thank you, agent. We’ll start the preparations immediately. You will be going out into the field tonight, we don’t have time to waste.”

He walks away from you before you can think twice.

What have you gotten yourself into?

Your head is in your hands, fingers rubbing your temples, as the realization sets in. Not often do you even enter the field, now you’re expected to have a one-to-one with the unsub?

“You okay?” you hear a familiar voice say.

Spencer had returned from the conference room and was sat across from you once again.

“Yeah, I-” you look up at him, “Hotch wants me to go undercover to catch the unsub.”

Spencer’s eyes go wide. “You? Why not Emily?”

“I fit the victim profile better than her. He’s far more likely to approach me on his own.”

“Yeah, but Emily is trained for this, you’re not even tactical certified, it’s dangerous.” His voice was strained a bit, higher than normal. 

“Spencer, I have to,” you say.

“I know, I’m just… Be safe, please.”

____

The dress was barely a dress. Technically, it was a black backless slip that hit mid-thigh, with a slit up one side and tiny spaghetti straps that made your cleavage spill just enough to look accidental. The heels were five inches. Your hair was curled and pinned in a way that screamed expensive.

You looked like someone who partied at this club every Saturday night. Exactly the kind of girl the unsub hunted.

Spencer didn’t say a word when you stepped into the surveillance van.

He looked at you, eyes trailing slowly from your curled hair to the way your thighs peaked from the hem of the dress, and he swallowed hard.

Morgan whistled low. "Damn. You're going to make the guy crash and burn in five seconds."

"That’s the plan," you said.

But your eyes were on Spencer.

He hadn’t blinked.

You sat down next to him and rested your hand on his knee. "You'll be okay, right?"

He nodded. Slow. Silent.

____

The club was everything you'd expect. Dark, crowded, noisy, with overpriced drinks and a smell that lingered somewhere between sweat and cheap perfume.

You let yourself fall into the role. Your hips swayed with the music, your body language open, inviting. Within ten minutes, the unsub had spotted you. You saw him first in the mirror behind the bar.

He was tall. Unshaven. And way too confident.

He approached like he owned the place.Cocky, smug, the exact predator the profile described. He bought your drink, leaned too close, eyes already roaming up and down your body like he was choosing his next meal.

"That dress is wasted on this place," he murmured, eyes lingering far too long on your chest. "But I like the view."

In the surveillance van, Spencer was already tense, watching the screen like it might explode.

"He’s touching her," Spencer mumbled.

"She knows," Hotch replied.

"He’s not just touching. He’s gripping. Hard." Spencer's voice pitched up. "That's not part of the plan. That wasn't cleared."

On screen, the unsub moved closer. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Leaned in to whisper something.

"He just tried to touch her face. Hotch, I'm going in."

"No, you're not."

"He's going to kiss her!"

Spencer was on his feet. The monitor shook as his hand slammed the table.

"SHE HASN'T SIGNALLED!" Hotch turned, voice sharp like steel. "STAND. DOWN. REID."

Spencer’s jaw clenched so tightly you could see the muscle twitch from across the room. His fists were white-knuckled. His entire body buzzed with fury.

On screen, the unsub placed his hand on your bare back, slowly dragging it downward.

"She’s baiting him," Hotch said, barely holding his patience. "Let her work."

Inside the club, you moved. Swift, sudden, precise.

Just as the unsub leaned in, his lips brushing your cheek, you shifted your weight and drove your knee hard into his stomach.

He doubled over with a sharp cry.

Your hands went to his shoulders, slamming him down onto the bar, your voice clear and strong.

"FBI! Hands where I can see 'em!"

Morgan and Prentiss were already on him, cuffs out.

Chaos erupted. The club lit up with panicked screams and flashing lights.

Outside, Spencer was already gone.

The club erupted in screams and chaos. You stood, winded, flushed, and furious. Outside, Spencer had already flung the door open. The unsub was being dragged out, bloodied and shouting.

You stepped outside, hair tousled and high heels clicking against the pavement, and stopped at Spencer's side. The unsub locked eyes with you the whole way to the squad car. Then, he winked.

You didn’t get to process it before Spencer’s hand was at your waist. Tight.

"He winked at you," he said, voice low.

"Spencer, it’s fine. He’s in cuffs."

But his fingers gripped harder. Possessively. Hard enough to bruise. You gasped. His lips were suddenly on your neck. Firm. Wet. Claiming. 

"You’re mine," he growled into your skin. "He needed to see that."

You gasped. Your fingers fisted in his jacket. Around you, the team awkwardly looked anywhere but at the two of you. Spencer didn’t care.

"He doesn't get to look at you like that," Spencer growled.

______

The jet was quiet on the way home. You sat next to Spencer. He hadn’t let you go since L.A.. His hand stayed on your thigh, his body angled toward yours, his eyes dark and unwavering. His hand drifted under the hem of your dress, just slightly. His thumb brushed the inside of your thigh a little too close.

You turned to him, breath caught. "Spence..."

"You looked so good tonight," he whispered. "Too good."

"You were jealous."

"I am jealous. I can’t stop seeing him touch you."

You reached out to take his hand, but he pulled away, fingers dragging like he didn’t want to but had to.

"You volunteered," he said, his voice too quiet. Too flat. "You chose to do that."

"I did it for the case. You know that."

His laugh was hollow. "Yeah. And he got to touch you. Got to smile at you. Got to wink at you."

You bit your lip. "Spencer, I'm right here. I’m safe. It’s over."

He turned his face away, but not before you caught the sheen in his eyes.

"It didn’t feel like it. Not in that van. Watching him touch you, knowing I couldn't stop it…it felt like I was losing my mind."

You slid your hand onto his again. This time, he didn’t pull away.

_____

Your back hit the door with a thud.

Spencer’s mouth was on yours before you could speak, his hands sliding under your jacket and yanking it down your arms in one swift motion. His fingers were rougher than usual. Gripping, pulling, and claiming.

“I couldn’t stand it,” he growled between kisses. “Watching him put his hand on your leg, watching him lean in like he could kiss you…”

You groaned as he pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, his thigh sliding between yours to hold you against the door. The hard press of him through his slacks was unmistakable.

“He touched what’s mine,” Spencer spat, dragging his lips down your neck and biting just below your ear. “He looked at what’s mine.”

“Spencer…” you breathed, hips rocking into him.

“You wore that tiny skirt,” he continued, nipping your collarbone, “and those heels, and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.”

You whimpered when he finally released your wrists and tugged your dress up over your head, tossing it to the floor. Your bra followed. He bent to kiss between your breasts, open-mouthed and messy, as if he was making up for every second he couldn’t touch you earlier.

When he dropped to his knees, you braced yourself, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the way his hands gripped your thighs and ripped your panties down like they offended him. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, forcing your back flat to the door.

Then his mouth was on you.

He licked and sucked like a man starved, eyes locked on yours the entire time. When your hand slipped into his hair, he groaned against you, deep and guttural, and gripped your ass to keep you exactly where he wanted you.

“Spence,” you moaned, head hitting against the door, knees shaking.

“You’re already so wet,” he said, pulling back briefly to smirk at you. “Is this all for me?”

You whimpered.

“Answer me,” he growled, biting your inner thigh.

“You,” you gasped. “Only you.”

“Good girl.”

He stood, wiping his mouth and grabbing your face with both hands, kissing you hard, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Then he spun you toward the wall. You heard the click of his belt, the rustle of fabric, and then the hot, heavy weight of him pressing himself between your thighs.

“Do you need me to be gentle?” he asked, voice low and dark in your ear.

“No,” you breathed. “Show me who I belong to.”

That was all it took. He gripped your waist and thrust into you in one sharp, desperate motion that had you gasping loud against the wall. He was deep. Stretching you. Owning you.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “So perfect.”

You could barely breathe. Every thrust slammed you against the wall, your hands scrambling for purchase as he pounded into you with more force than you’d ever felt from him. There was no rhythm, just need.

“I should’ve stopped it,” he said, panting. “Should’ve ripped him off you the second he touched you.”

You moaned as his hand gripped at your waist, the bruises already forming, and fucked you harder. You cried out with each thrust, your body burning from the intensity.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“S-say what?” you stammered, nearly incoherent.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you choked. “I’m yours, Spencer. All yours.”

“That’s right.” He reached around and slid his fingers between your thighs, finding your clit and rubbing fast, tight circles.

You clenched around him immediately, vision going white at the edges.

“Spencer—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“Come for me,” he growled. “Show me you’re mine.”

Your orgasm ripped through you so violently you nearly collapsed. Your legs gave out, but Spencer caught you, never stopping, driving into you through the aftershocks.

He chased his release with ragged thrusts, burying his face in your neck as his hips stuttered.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he groaned. “Gonna mark you from the inside. Let him wonder what it feels like when I’m the one fucking you.”

You moaned weakly, nails digging into the wall as he came with a strangled cry, holding you tight as he pulsed inside you, breathless and trembling.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. You stayed pressed to the wall, panting, Spencer wrapped around you like he was afraid to let go.

When he finally pulled out, you both winced, your legs nearly collapsing again.

He scooped you up bridal style before you could fall and carried you straight to the bed, laying you down gently.

You were shaking. Ruined. Completely his.

He leaned over you, eyes softer now, brushing sweaty hair from your face.

“You okay?” he whispered, guilt flickering in his voice.

You nodded slowly. “More than okay.”

He smiled faintly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of you. “Good. Because after that, you’re not going anywhere.”

_____

Sunlight streamed in through the blinds, soft and golden. The apartment was quiet, aside from the occasional city noise beyond the glass. You stirred under the covers, limbs tangled with Spencer’s, the scent of him still clinging to your skin, coffee from yesterday, and something darker: sweat, arousal, love.

You blinked slowly, still warm from sleep, your body delightfully sore in all the right places. Every inch of you was proof of the night before, the bruises on your hips where Spencer had gripped you, the ache between your legs, the lovebite on your collarbone.

He was already awake beside you.

You could feel it in the way his fingers softly traced shapes on your bare back, his body curled protectively around yours. When you shifted, his touch stilled.

“Morning,” you whispered.

Spencer let out a soft breath. “Hey.”

His voice was thick with sleep, low and gravelly in a way that made your skin prickle.

You tilted your head up and met his eyes,glassy with something sweet and soft, nothing like the feral fire from the night before.

“You okay?” he asked, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“Mmhm.” You smiled. “Are you?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Just… a little overwhelmed. I’ve never…” He stopped himself, biting his lip. “I’ve never felt that kind of jealousy before. Not like that. It scared me.”

You reached up and cupped his cheek. “You didn’t scare me, Spence.”

His eyes fluttered shut at your touch. “I meant what I said last night. About you being mine.”

“I know. I meant it too.”

He leaned down, pressing the softest kiss to your lips, not urgent, not hungry, just reverent. The kind of kiss that felt like a promise.

You sighed into it, threading your fingers into his messy curls, tugging gently until his body was flush with yours again.

He groaned softly when his hips pressed into yours under the covers.

“You sure you’re up for it?” he whispered.

Your thighs instinctively squeezed around him. “I’m sore. Not sorry.”

That made him smile, before his lips were on yours again, deeper this time.

Spencer took his time. Every movement was careful, slow, adoring, a stark contrast to the bruising rhythm of the night before. His hands explored you like you were something sacred, brushing over your sides, your thighs, your stomach, making you shiver under him.

When he kissed down your neck, it wasn’t possessive. It was worship.

He pulled the sheets back and slid down your body.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.

You flushed at the compliment, heart thudding. He parted your thighs slowly, placing one soft kiss on the inside of each, then looked up at you with awe in his eyes.

“Tell me if anything hurts,” he said.

You nodded, breath catching when his fingers pushed their way inside you.

“Still so sensitive,” he whispered. “So perfect.”

His touch was featherlight as he stroked you, taking his time,circling your clit, dipping inside you just enough to make you whimper.

You reached down and gripped his wrist. “Spence… I want you.”

He blinked. “Now?”

“Now.”

He kissed his way back up your body, slotting himself between your legs, brushing his cock softly against your entrance without pushing in.

“You’re sure?”

You looped your arms around his neck. “Please.”

He exhaled shakily and pushed into you slowly, a stretch, yes, but easier than last night. This time, your body welcomed him like it missed him already.

Spencer dropped his head into the crook of your neck, letting out the softest moan.

“God, you feel so good,” he breathed. “Like you were made for me.”

You held him close, your chest to his, heartbeat syncing with every slow roll of his hips.

It was slow. Gentle. He kissed you through every thrust and whispered your name like it was fragile and holy.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured. “So good for me.”

Your hands gripped his back as he moved deeper, slower, grinding just enough to make your toes curl.

“I love you,” he whispered again. “Love you so much I don’t know what to do with it.”

You gasped as your body trembled under him, the pressure building slow and tight. “Spence…”

“I’ve got you,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Let go for me.”

You came with a soft cry, your whole body shaking around him, clinging to him like you never wanted him to leave.

Spencer followed with a quiet groan, hips stuttering, burying himself inside you as he came deep inside you, his lips pressed to your temple, hands holding you like you might slip away. He stayed there for a long moment, unmoving, wrapped around you like safety and sunlight.

You traced lazy circles on his back, letting your breathing settle.

“Spence?”

“Mmhmm.”

“If you kiss me like that every morning, I’ll never let you leave.”

He chuckled softly. “Deal.”

_____

next chapter: U is for Unraveled

other parts: Spencer Reid A-Z Masterlist

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a/n: this part was super fun for me to write for some reason. i love putting earlier season spencer into more dominant roles in a learning position rather than just expecting him to be like that.

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[justbr0s]

I've been playing Dragon Age since it's initial release in 2009 with Origins. Yeah, that long. 15 years.

Never in my time did I experience a premise so good (mind link/bond + enemies to allies to...), and chemistry so believable (verbal quips?) as whatever it is that's happening between Rook and Solas.

Bioware really created a situation where it would make all the sense in the world that these two characters would romance it up... and then just said, nah, here have these mediocre alternatives for a romance instead.

W. T. F.

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[ofmdrecaps]

01/18-20/2025 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Con O'Neill; Vico Ortiz; Kristian Nairn; Guz Khan; Gypsy Taylor; Minnie Driver; In Person OFMD Events: The New Uni Con; Donation Raffle Reminder; LGBTQ+ Resources; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika;

Hey crew, been a week. Hope you're well. I've broken the recaps up into three day parts for the next three additions, there is more news in some and less in others. Thanks for your patience. Thinking of you.

= David Jenkins =

Chaos Dad shared some love from the wonderful @illustoryart!

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= Rhys Darby =

More Cryptid Factor filming going on!

Source: Shreiberland Instagram

Rhys was on the Concert For America fundraiser show! He helped raise quite a bit just by being there. Thank you to the crew that donated to support him and the victims of the LA Fires! Edit: Im not sure why the video was taken off youtube..luckily I saved a copy prior to it being taken down. I've added it to a personal drive.

Source: Concert For America

= Taika Waititi =

Taika continuing his theme of sleeping anywhere!

Source: Taika's Instagram Stories

Something a bit silly for you-- NZOnScreen shared this older video of Taika from 2009!

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= Con O' Neill =

With Inauguration Day being as rough as a day as it was.. Con was a sweet heart and sent some love to everyone.

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= Vico Ortiz =

New episode of Today in Gay came out and Vico sent lots of love notes to everyone. Remember to lean into the community crew <3 We will get through this together. If you haven't already, check out the Today In Gay Substack for Positive Queer News.

Source: Vico's instagram Stories

= Kristian Nairn =

Kristian was on the Six O Clock show talking about Hodor's Death in Game of Thrones.

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More convention dates for Kristian! He'll be joining Comic Con Scotland on Saturday 1st & Sunday 2nd March 2025!

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= Guz Khan =

Guz was out performing at the Dubai Opera House this past week!

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= Gypsy Taylor =

Our dear S2 costume designer, Gypsy Taylor wrapped on the new show "All Her Fault", based on the bestselling novel by @andreamaraauthor! She shared some BTS photos in celebration!

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= Minnie Driver =

Some love from our Anne Bonny, but also an announcement that there are more episodes of the podcast Minnie Questions! You can check it out on your favorite podcast platforms. Here's the spotify link.

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== In Person OFMD Events ==

= The New Uni Con =

A new Convention has been announced for London in June this year -- The New Uni- Con! Check out more information on their Blusky!

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= Donations Raffle Reminder! =

As a reminder, our fabulous crewmate Irene Adler has put together this Charity Raffle to help support people affected by the LA Fires! It's almost reached the $1000 point where a signe photo by Con, Rhys, Vico, Kristian, and Nathan will be added as another prize drawing!

More info on how to enter can be found here.

OFMD’S DP fundraiser: https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-mike-and-danielle-rebuild-after-fire

GOFUNDME WILDFIRE RELIEF FUND: https://www.gofundme.com/c/act/wildfire-relief/california

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= LGBTQ+ Crisis Hotlines =

This is just some extra info in case you need it. These hotlines don't call law enforcement or emergency services without consent.

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== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies. This week has been hell. I know it has. I hope you know though that for every asshole out there who is unkind to you or wants to take away your rights-- you have a hell of a lot more of us who love you dearly and recognize the beauty and the wonder in you. I know it's easy to fall into despair.. and it's good to feel the feelings to help heal them, but don't fall too far down the rabbit hole okay? You are loved. Period. You are worthy of love. Period. You are valid. Period. Shine brighter than their hate. Shine brighter than their ignorance. You are a force to be reckoned with. Be safe, and reach out when you are in trouble or unsure. There is no shame in getting help-- and most of all, there is no shame in being you, okay? None. We will persevere. Love you crew.

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== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

The theme tonight is laughing! Because we could all use a little smiles/laughter from our favorite guys.

[spencereidluver]

Spencer Reid A-Z Masterlist

these are written as a story with each letter being a new chapter. I recommend reading in chronological order for story purposes, but these could also work as one shots.

unless explicitly stated, all my fics ignore anything related to jeid, and in my universe, maeve simply does not exist. i do like the idea that spencer and ethan may have had a romance in college

the following events are removed from canon: anything related to a jeid romance, maeve (i just can't have reader and spencer break up for her character to have her moment)

the following events are what i believe to have happened before this timeline began: spencer and ethan had a small (non-sexual) romance in college which is the real reason why they hadn't spoken in years, spencer is a virgin, lila archer events did occur, however i do not believe he had real feelings for her, he was just doing his job (i do think he enjoyed the kiss though, because who wouldn't)

I’ve put them in a timeline and they are further categorized by emojis

Have recommendations? Visit my Spencer Reid A-Z Recommendations to submit your ideas!

key:

🧸- fluff

🔥- smut

❤️‍🩹- angst

🕰️- coming soon

2008

january

03: you join the BAU (age 24)

july

07: a is for About Time 🧸

23: b is for Boy Genius? 🧸

august

09: c is for Case by Case 🧸

25: d is for Diana🧸

september

12: e is for Even Guys Like Me? 🧸❤️‍🩹

15: f is for First Date 🧸

october

03: g is for Girlfriend 🧸

12: Spencer’s 27th Birthday

31: h is for Hold my Hand 🧸

november

07: i is for I knew it! 🧸

12: Henry LaMontagne is born

17: j is for Just So You Know… 🧸

december

05: k is for Kissing Isn’t Enough 🔥

14: l is for Lover Boy 🧸

22: m is for Merry Christmas 🧸

2009

january

01: n is for New Years 🕰️

26: o is for🕰️

february

02: p is for Pretty Boy 🕰️

11: jj returns from maternity leave

18: q is for Quiet 🕰️

march

09: r is for Reid? 🕰️

26: s is for Sitter 🕰️

april

10: t is for Two Time 🕰️

19: u is for

may

07: v is for

26: w is for

june

5: x is for

29: y is for

july

16: z is for

[kireilien]

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hi! my name is lien (pronounced lee-en or leeng either is fine with me) / username kirei-lien (綺麗 / 美しい - pretty/neat in japanese), i use she/her, i’m pansexual, and yes i am vietnamese. however i am born and raised in the united states, meaning that i do use american terms/slang, so feel free to ask if you ever get confused!

i’m an 06 liner (in college womp womp ( ;´ - `;)) who’s been liking kpop since 2013, anime since 2016, and creatively writing since 2019~2020!

lots of my works will be self-indulgent gulp... but a basic rundown what you can expect: daddy kink, being called princess; angel; [cute/sweet/baby/little/my] girl, spit play, spanking/slapping, cunnilingus, praise, body worship, size kink, strength kink, bimboification, dumbification, hand kink, tongue kink, soft!doms, sweet!doms, pervs, stepbros, older brothers (best friend), someone who could put me in my place, things of that sort!

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♂ stray kids, bang chan [ult of ults]; enhypen, nishimura riki; &team, hirota riki; got7, im jaebeom; nct, mark lee

♀ soloist, kim chungha; red velvet, kang seulgi; soloist, kwon boa; soloist/loona, ha sooyoung; gfriend, kim sojeong

♂ ampersandone, astro, ateez, boynextdoor, bts, exo, monsta x, p1harmony, plave, riize ot7, seventeen, shinee, the boyz, tws, tomorrow by together, zerobaseone

♀ aoa, apink, artms, billlie, clc, exid, fromis_9, f(x), girl’s generation, gwsn, itzy, le sserafim ot4, loossemble, stayc, triples, twice ot8

etc. boystory, chuu, dean, dpr live, gray, katseye, sik-k, wave to earth, yukika

dni. super junior, all yg artists, mamamoo, young posse, badvillian, fifty fifty, madein, newjeans+mhj, seunghan antis, hyuna/junhyung supporters, lucas/taeil supporters, seungri supporters, chaeyoung supporters, sakura supporters. simply soft block or don’t interact with me, i don’t need to state my reasons why i don’t support them. if you don’t see a group on this list, still feel free to ask! these are just groups i listen/interact w often, not all the groups i casually like!

other than kpop, i also enjoy shoujo anime/manga (romance, slice of life, fantasy, mahou, & gl), my little pony: friendship is magic, littlest pet shop, big hero six, sanrio, san-x, flolikethis, love and deep space, rini, megan thee stallion, faye webster, the neighborhood, cigarettes after sex, che ecru, rochelle jordan, kali uchis, luis miguel, kesha, kaytranada, beyoncé, chase atlantic, bryson tiller, partynextdoor, piero piccioni, summer walker, monchhichi, chiikawa, monster high, ever after high, strawberry shortcake (2003-2009), and more.

besides fandoms, i like reading novels alongside manga, aesthetics (makeup & fashion), traditional vietnamese dancing, kpop dancing, baking/eating sweet treats, and listening to reddit nsfw asmrists! feel free to send me asks for anything above i would love to chat abt them.

find my rbs/recs @onolien / my sfw @makispuppi

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[transmutationisms]

do you have any reading recs (books, ~scholarly articles, whatever) in the same vein as this post? (doesn't need to be a super long list, i'm content to branch off with the works cited of whatever you come up with...) as always, love your blog!! :-)

yes :3 split roughly by subtopic, bolded some favs

Evolution in England prior to (Charles) Darwin

Cooter, Roger. The Cultural Meaning of Popular Science: Phrenology and the Organisation of Consent in Nineteenth Century Britain. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press (1985).

Desmond, Adrian. The Politics of Evolution: Morphology, Medicine, and Reform in Radical London. Chicago: University of Chicago Press (1989).

Elliott, Paul. “Erasmus Darwin, Herbert Spencer, and the Origin of the Evolutionary Worldview in British Provincial Scientific Culture, 1770–1850.” Isis 94 (1): 1–29 (2003).

Finchman, Martin. “Biology and Politics: Defining the Boundaries.” In: Lightman, Bernard (Ed.). Victorian Science in Context. Chicago: University of Chicago Press (1997), 94–118.

Fyfe, Aileen. Steam-Powered Knowledge: William Chambers and the Business of Publishing, 1820–1860. Chicago: University of Chicago Press (2012).

Harrison, James. “Erasmus Darwin’s View of Evolution.” Journal of the History of Ideas 32 (2): 247–64 (1971).

McNeil, Maureen. Under the Banner of Science: Erasmus Darwin and his Age. Manchester: Manchester University Press (1987).

Ospovat, Dov. “The Influence of Karl Ernst von Baer’s Embryology 1828–1859: A Reappraisal in Light of Richard Owen’s and William Benjamin Carpenter’s ‘Palaeontological Application of Von Baer’s Law.’” Journal of the History of Biology 9 (1): 1–28 (1976).

Rehbock, Philip F. The Philosophical Naturalists: Themes in Early Nineteenth-Century British Biology. Madison, WI: University of Wisconsin Press (1983).

Richards, Robert J. Darwin and the Emergence of Evolutionary Theories of Mind and Behaviour. Chicago: University of Chicago Press (1987).

Rupke, Nicolaas. Richard Owen: Biology without Darwin. Chicago: University of Chicago Press (2009 [ 1994]).

Secord, James. Victorian Sensation: The Extraordinary Publication, Reception, and Secret Authorship of Vestiges of the Natural History of Creation. Chicago: University of Chicago Press (2001).

van Wyhe, John. Phrenology and the Origins of Victorian Scientific Naturalism. London: Ashgate (2004).

Winter, Alison. “The Construction of Orthodoxies and Heterodoxies in the Early Life Sciences.” In: Lightman, Bernard (Ed.). Victorian Science in Context. Chicago: University of Chicago Press (1997), 24–50.

Yeo, Richard. “Science and Intellectual Authority in Mid-Nineteenth Century Britain: Robert Chambers and Vestiges of the Natural History of Creation.” Victorian Studies 28 (1): 5–31 (1984).

Edinburgh Lamarckians and Scottish transmutationism

Desmond, Adrian. “Robert E. Grant: The Social Predicament of a Pre-Darwinian Transmutationist.” Journal of the History of Biology 17 (2): 189–223 (1984).

Jenkins, Bill. Evolution Before Darwin. Theories of the Transmutation of Species in Edinburgh, 1804–1834. Edinburgh: Edinburgh University Press (2019).

Secord, James. “The Edinburgh Lamarckians: Robert Jameson and Robert E. Grant.” Journal of the History of Biology 24 (1): 1–18 (1991).

Corsi, Pietro. ‘Edinburgh Lamarckians? The Authorship of Three Anonymous Papers (1826–1829)’, Journal of the History of Biology 54 (2021), pp. 345–374.

Darwin and Darwinism

Desmond, Adrian and James Moore. Darwin: The Life of a Tormented Evolutionist. New York: W. W. Norton & Company (1994).

van Wyhe, John. “Mind the Gap. Did Darwin Avoid Publishing his Theory for many years?” Notes & Records of the Royal Society 61 (2007), 177–205.

Sloan, Philip R. “Darwin, Vital Matter, and the Transformation of Species.” Journal of the History of Biology 19 (3): 369–445 (1986).

Phillip R. Sloan, “The Making of a Philosophical Naturalist.” In: Hodge, Jonathan and Gregory Radick (Eds.), The Cambridge Companion to Darwin. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press (2009), 17–39.

Sponsel, Alistair. Darwin’s Evolving Identity: Adventure, Ambition, and the Sin of Speculation. Chicago: University of Chicago Press (2018).

Young, Robert M. “Malthus and the Evolutionists: The Common Context of Biological and Social Theory.” Past & Present 43 (1969): 109–45.

Young, Robert M. “Darwin’s Metaphor: Does Nature Select?” The Monist 55 (3): 442–503 (1971).

Bowler, Peter J. The Non-Darwinian Revolution: Reinterpreting a Historical Myth. Baltimore: Johns Hopkins University Press (1988).

Bowler, Peter J. The Eclipse of Darwinism: Anti-Darwinian Evolution Theories in the Decades Around 1900. Baltimore: Johns Hopkins University Press (1983).

Hale, Piers J. “Rejecting the Myth of the Non-Darwinian Revolution.” Victorian Review 41 (2): 13–18 (Fall 2015).

Lightman, Bernard. “Darwin and the popularisation of evolution.” Notes and Records of the Royal Society 64: 5–24 (2010).

Richards, Robert J. The Meaning of Evolution: The Morphological Construction and Ideological Reconstruction of Darwin’s Theory. Chicago: University of Chicago Press (1992).

Ruse, Michael. The Darwinian Revolution: Science Red in Tooth and Claw. Chicago: University of Chicago Press (1979).

Lamarck and Lamarckism

Barthélemy-Madaule, Madeleine. 1982. Lamarck, the Mythical Precursor: A Study of the Relations between Science and Ideology. Cambridge, MA: MIT Press.

Burkhardt, Richard. 1970. Lamarck, Evolution, and the Politics of Science. Journal of the History of Biology 3 (2): 275–298.

Burkhardt, Richard. 1977. The Spirit of System: Lamarck and Evolutionary Biology. Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press.

Corsi, Pietro. 1988. The Age of Lamarck: Evolutionary Theories in France, 1790–1830. Berkeley: University of California Press.

Corsi, Pietro. 2005. Before Darwin: Transformist Concepts in European Natural History. Journal of the History of Biology 38 (1): 67-83.

Corsi, Pietro. 2011. The Revolutions of Evolution: Geoffroy and Lamarck, 1825–1840. Bulletin du Musée D’Anthropologie Préhistorique de Monaco 51: 113–134.

Jordanova, Ludmilla. 1984. Lamarck. Oxford: Oxford University Press.

Spary, Emma C. 2000. Utopia’s Garden: French Natural History from Old Regime to Revolution. Chicago: University of Chicago Press.