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i think adrian would get hard just from cuddling with you

MIDNIGHT CRAVINGS, adrian ‘alucard’ țepeș!

❤︎ ₊ ˙ ⊹ 900+ words of . . . nsfw/smut, alucard x fem!reader ( black coded! ) established relationship, spooning, unprotected sex, creampie, minors shoo!

the simplest of affections are enough to rile up the poor man. what can he say? he’s a devoted lover! when you’re underneath the silken sheets of alucard’s grand bed, with him spooning you from behind, his arms wrapped around your middle as your body heat radiates off of him, he can’t help but grow . . . excited. he doesn’t think he could react any other way, being this close and intimate with a beautiful woman he loves.

adrian’s lean hips shift a little against your backside, and it isn’t long until you notice the his stirring cock prodding at you, settled between your clothed asscheeks. you can feel the subtle, steady pulse of his underside through your flimsy nightgown. you hum knowingly, feeling your own arousal grow, and he meekly apologizes with a deep, airy whisper to your ear. you welcome it, though; reaching behind you to slink your arm between your bodies, all to grab hold of him through his pyjamas.

adrian’s breath catches in his throat, holding back a rising groan, and you turn over a little to send him a sweet smile, one that embarrassingly makes his cock jump. god, he always reacts to every little thing you do; you just seem to have that effect on him. your fingers curl around the length of him, tugging down and swirling back up with a pace that makes his hips buck into the warmth of your soft palm. there’s a glint in your eye as you work him, one that shows him you want this— want him.

you steadily jerk his throbbing cock, and his grasp on your hips only grows tighter with every stroke. slippery precum spurts out from his mauve-pink tip and dribbles down, wetting your fingers as they massage his shaft. adrian doesn’t think he can take this for much longer— at this rate, he’ll end up orgasming from your hand alone. alucard pants into the crook of your neck, licking and nibbling at the skin there. his moans have a delicious rasp to it, and the shameless sound makes you throb.

“wanna put you inside,” is your soft confession, and who is he to deny you? the thought of being enveloped by your warm, tight cunt is enough to make his mouth water. he flits out his tongue to swipe over his fangs, releasing a shaky breath.

“of course, my love,” adrian gives in, flipping up the hem of your silk-white nightdress. his large palm encompasses the fat of your ass, kneading and squeezing before he goes to hold his cock at the base, lining up with your quivering hole. he starts slow when pressing it in, your wet entrance kissing his sensitive cockhead. adrian sinks in deeper, and he swears he could cum solely off of hearing you whine out his name so sweetly.

alucard kisses the delicate skin of your neck, his hand lifting up your side to cup your left breast and graze over your pebbled nipples. he starts making good work of you; fucking into you from behind, sucking love marks onto the delicate canvas of your flesh. he’s panting into your neck, and the feeling of his cock driving into you with such an undoing pace has you moaning out, rutting your ass back into him as a feeble attempt to match his thrusts. the momentum of his pistoning hips soon grows restless, almost overpowering.

resounding smacks of his pelvis to your backside begin to fill the room and echo off the walls. it’s almost as loud as both your sounds combined; his shuddering breaths and your broken mewls. his quickened pounding makes your back arch further, ass jutting out and rippling against his plunging hips. he slinks his hand forward, swiping the pads of his fingers against your needy clit, pressing tight circles into the puffy nub. “a—adrian!” you cry out, trying to pivot your face around to kiss him.

you’re then blessed with the sight of your beautiful husband. there’s beading sweat built up at his hairline, stray blonde hairs that have fallen into his face, the seductive flutter of his lashes, a scatter of blush that’s overtaken his cheeks, and his pale-pink lips that are trapped underneath his sharp gleaming teeth before your mouth desperately collides with his.

you moan into his mouth, and adrian takes the opportunity to slide his tongue inside, his thin blonde brows drawn downwards when he feels you clench around him. he pulses in return, swapping spit and suckling at your lower lip, swallowing up all the pretty sounds that pour from you. you feel yourself toppling over the edge, and it isn’t long until you’re creaming all over his cock. you let go with a silent gasp and your eyes screwed shut. he fucks you through it and lovingly coos into your ear, staring into your face when you convulse around him; your plush, agape lips, the cute furrow of your brows, and he glances a bit lower to ogle the delicious curve of your spine down to your butt.

a few more pumps and adrian finds himself unraveling. a raspy moan is what marks his climax, lowly whines falling from him when he cums. his tight grasp around your waist is still there, though it loosens with the dazed sensation that comes tug an orgasm. you bask in the feeling of his warm cum spurting into your womb, filling you up nicely. you pout once he slips out of you, a stream of cum spilling down your puffy cunt.

alucard frees out a deep sigh; one of content. again, you tip your head back to kiss him, a calmer one this time. he returns your affections with gentle pecks, mumbles “i love you’s” onto the soft pillow of your lips, caressing the curving plane of your hips. he’s sure that you both know he couldn’t possibly get enough of you.

[enderlovez]

Oooooo I have a Spencer x germaphobe reader where everyone knows how Spencer is with germs, which isn’t that bad. But imagine everyone’s surprise when they find out he has a huge crush like I mean in love with their coworker who is an extreme germaphobe (think of Ms, Pillsbury from glee) so she’s extra clean but he doesn’t mind he only has eyes on her so he tries to help her while also helping himself and she already has a crush on him but thinks he sees her as a patient in a lab even when he doesn’t but their feelings come to surface and they get a lil dirty lol angst, smut, and fluff thank u❤️

Germaphobe, Too

Spencer Reid x Female Germaphobe Reader WORD COUNT: 3600+ (yeah I got a little carried away)

Summary: You hate germs more than anything else in the world, and Spencer is so very much in love with you, so he's always trying to help you in any way he can — little does he know, that maybe you're feelings about the situation are a little bit different.

Content Warning: reader shows traits of obsessive compulsive disorder, germaphobia and germs, probably misinformation about germaphobia, NSFW content, reader is a freak, dry humping, reader bites Spencer a few times, miscommunication, Spencer likes boobs, groping, nipple play (sort of), unprotected vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it), virginity loss on both ends, Spencer doesn't pull out, and I think that's it!

A/N I've never actually watched Glee so I went on a bit of a search-spree to try and find out how I would write this, so I hope I did it justice! Also, thank you so much for being the first person in my inbox, you have no idea how excited I was when this popped up, and I hope I did your idea justice!

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From the moment you joined the Behavioral Analysis Unit, everyone knew you were different — from the way you open doors with your sleeves rather than your bare hands, to how you scrub your hands raw after touching something that's not even really that dirty.

And it's not necessarily a bad thing that you're so conscious of these things, it can just be a little... difficult to navigate sometimes.

Take that one time for example, when you were helping out on a case! Morgan had no writing utensils on him, so without thinking, plucked a pen from the breast pocket of your blouse. To anyone else, it might not have seemed like such a big deal, but you were close to tears.

To put it plainly, you are a germaphobe. You're like a female version of their very own Doctor Spencer Reid, but on steroids, and somehow still a whole lot more sociable despite this fact!

Seriously. It's not to say they don't still see you as the strange new girl doing 'strange-new-girl' things, nor is it to say they don't frequently talk about you when you're not around, but they think you might just be the sweetest human being to ever grace the BAU.

Which is why it really shouldn't have seemed like such a secret, shouldn't have shocked everyone as much as it did, that Spencer was absolutely and irreversibly smitten with you.

At first, it was just little things like watching you from across the room with this strange look on his face — he was just watching the strange new girl doing 'strange-new-girl' things!

When he started spending more time around you than anybody else at work, and when it became apparent that he preferred your quiet company, it was just because you showed some similar traits to him, right? Nobody thought anything different, because come on, this is Spencer we're talking about here.

But in truth, Spencer is beyond mesmerized by you, the most beautiful woman he's ever met, and so kind to everyone even though they clearly treat you different to your other coworkers.

The poor man doesn't think he could ever admit this to you, though, considering he's a blabbering mess of hot skin and stutters every time he talks to you. So instead of further embarrassing himself (and giving Morgan ammunition to tease him for the rest of eternity), he shows his affection towards you in other ways.

Spencer himself is not a big fan of germs, so he can understand, to an extent, how you must feel most of the time. You've explained it to him before, while he was standing beside you at your desk, watching as you wiped the surface down with an antibacterial wipe.

"I know it probably seems like I overreact, but it's not something I can just turn off," you'd said to him in a whisper once. "I don't do this because I want to annoy people or make life harder. It's just... if I don't, I feel like I'll unravel."

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Sometimes it feels like the world is too loud. A stranger is screaming in your ear, you can't see them or touch them, but they're there; there's a bee buzzing in front of your face, but you can't swat it away.

How are you supposed to get rid of something you can't see?

You can't — it's as simple as that, but you can try you're very best.

As if sensing that your thoughts are headed somewhere unsavory, Spencer appears beside you on a rolling chair, as he does most days.

Out of all your coworkers, he's the only one that doesn't poke fun at you behind your back. That's how it's been your whole life, people testing your boundaries and teasing you for something you have no control over, so it's... a nice change of pace.

"Good morning, Spencer," you say softly, offering him a warm smile before turning back to your work. "How are you today?"

"Good—um, good morning," he responds awkwardly, smiling even though you're not looking at him anymore. You see it out of the corner of your eye, his little smile and his firetruck-red face, smiling faintly to yourself as you type away on your laptop.

You ignore how he completely dismisses your question, knowing he'd probably just say the same thing as always — 'Yeah, I'm doing great, thank you. As—as long as you're doing alright.'

He always gets so strange around you, and while you try your best to ignore it most of the time, it still irks you.

No, he doesn't join the teasing with Morgan and Jareau when they think you can't hear them, but he still treats you differently.

"I got you something," he says in a quiet voice, reaching into his bag and pulling out a book. You eye him nervously as he carefully places it onto your desk, using one finger to push it towards you. A tiny smile pulls at your cheeks when you see it's encased in a protective plastic film, but it quickly drops when you see what the actual book is.

'Overcoming Obsessive Compulsive Disorder: A Journey to Recovery' by David Veale and Rob Willson.

You peel the plastic away, tossing it into the little trash can under your desk and sanitizing your hands before picking up the bright yellow book, opening the front cover with a blank expression.

It's not like you aren't grateful he's trying to help, of course you're happy he cares so much. But a book isn't going to fix your problems, despite what he may think at times. And right now he doesn't feel like a friend, he feels like a doctor, and you feel like a patient laying on a lab table, vulnerable and stripped bare for the world to see.

For once, you just want to have a normal conversation without it turning into some kind of therapy session.

"Thank you, Spencer — um..." You voice shakes ever-so-slightly as you put the eyesore book in your bag. "I will be reading that tonight, that was very kind of you."

You know you'll probably put that book in a box and never look at it again. He doesn't seem to pick up on your unease, smile widening at your apparent acceptance of his gift.

"Actually," you continue softly, in a voice so quiet it's almost silent, head bowed forward, "I'm actually not feeling too well right now, think I might head home for the day."

The smile on his face falters slightly as you push away from your desk and stand up, packing your things away into your backpack. "Is everything — would you like me to drive you home?"

It's not unusual for your mind to trick you into thinking you actually are sick, but on the off chance that you really are feeling something, he doesn't think it's a good idea for you to drive yourself home.

"You know, about twenty-one percent of fatal car crashes involve tired or impaired drivers."

"I'll be fine," you reply blandly, though those statistics do alarm you mildly, stepping around him and walking in the direction of Hotch's office. "Thank you, though, Spencer."

As you disappear into the Unit Chief's office, Morgan give him this curious look from across the room, eyebrow cocked in question, but all Spencer can do is shrug, his own face twisted with confusion.

Usually when you get like this, there's some kind of trigger that sets you off, like a chain reaction of sorts, but right now, he can't for the life of him come up with something that might've set you off.

You're only in the office for thirty-seven seconds (Spencer was counting) before you reemerge, your head still bowed as you rush out of the bullpen, like there's something chasing you away.

"What'd you do to get Miss Sunshine all blue and teary-eyed?" Morgan asks mockingly when you're out of earshot. "She looks like you just kicked a fluffy little kitten in front of her!"

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Spencer's never been to your apartment before — nobody on the team has, the only reason he's standing here now is because your address is on your information.

It feels a bit like an invasion of your privacy being here when he's not even supposed to know where you live, but Morgan was right. You did look like Spencer smushed a kitten under his shoe as you were leaving, and he couldn't in good conscience not check on you.

He reaches a tentative hand up, hesitating for a (very) brief moment before knocking thrice.

There's some muffled shuffling behind the door before it opens, revealing you, wearing a cream colored cardigan with delicately embroidered flowers on it. And while you're still neatly put together, there's a more casual air about you now, like you're more relaxed.

"Oh — Spencer, what're you doing here?"

Your voice rasps slightly, and when he takes a closer look at your face, Spencer finds that your eyes are a little red.

"I was just..." He pauses, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed upset when you were leaving work."

You purse your lips and give him as once-over, then shift out of the doorway — inviting him inside? You close the door behind him once he's inside, guiding him towards the living room with a gentle hand on his back.

It's shocking, to say the least, that you're actually touching him right now, but he doesn't say a word.

"Would you — um — like some tea, or something?" you ask awkwardly, pushing him to sit on the sofa. "Or — or some water?"

"No, but thank you for offering."

You leave the room for a few minutes, presumably to make yourself something to drink, but come back with two steaming mugs, placing one in front of Spencer regardless of what he said.

Another couple of minutes pass where neither of you say anything, sipping on tea and glancing at each other every now and again. He's pleasantly surprised to find that you've used lavender tea.

Your apartment is very clean, looking more like a set you'd find at a department store than anything, but it's still so warm and inviting. You have a couple of candles lit around the place, and Spencer's fighting the urge to warn you about candle safety.

"I don't want you to try and fix me."

Spencer turns his head away from the tall bookshelf across the room to look at you, eyebrows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

Fix you. What do you mean, he's trying to fix you?

"The book," you reply meekly, "I don't want you to try and fix me."

That catches his attention, the emphasis on that one little word — it's not that you don't want anyone to help, you just don't want him to help.

You must see the flash of hurt cross his expression, because you're rushing to elaborate, stumbling over your words.

"It's just that — um — I really like you, Spencer, and — uh — when you're giving me stuff like this..." You gesture to the coffee table, where the yellow book he'd given you is sitting. "I don't know, you kind of make me feel like I'm a patient in a lab. Something to be studied and prodded at and — and fixed."

"There's nothing about you that needs to be fixed," he murmurs, trying his best to ignore what you said — 'I really like you, Spencer.'

You place your half-empty mug of tea onto the coffee table and pull your feet up onto the couch, wrapping your arms around them.

"I wasn't trying to fix you — everything about you is perfect," he says, quiet and without thinking. "You just seemed so uncomfortable at work all the time, and I wanted to help you out."

"Why, though?" you ask sadly, a faint heat rising to your cheeks. "Why not just join in on all the teasing and mockery? It would be easier than dealing with me all the time."

"Because..." You raise an eyebrow at his entire face quite literally turns the same shade as a tomato. "Because I really like you, too. I didn't think about how it might come off, and I'm so, so sorry for—"

You hold up a hand to shut him up, leaning a little further towards him than he would have thought you'd like.

"Spencer, it's alright," you assure him, placing your hand on his knee, much to his surprise (and embarrassment). "You didn't need to worry, though — you're really the only person at work I spend much time around, and I'm not uncomfortable around you."

"You're... not?"

A soft smile graces your lips. "Not even a little bit. Not even at all."

Spencer deflates into himself, every inch of his his skin uncomfortably hot — this is news to him.

"That's a relief."

Your voice takes on a teasing lilt. "Why? Because you really like me?"

And just like that, his face gets infinitely hotter, but he gives you the tiniest nod, knowing that if he said anything, he would fumble.

"I don't understand why you're embarrassed," you whisper fondly, "I am the one who said it first, after all. You should be teasing me."

He might be the only one you'll accept it from, just like how he's the only person you'd ever accept physical contact with, the only person you'll ever trust enough to put your mouth near him, like right now."

Spencer has to restrain himself from physically recoiling in shock when you press the softest of kisses to his blazing cheek.

Your instincts are screaming on the inside, but if you're being honest, you couldn't care less.

This isn't a stranger, you assure yourself, this is Spencer, and he could never make you sick.

Spencer could never make you sick.

"Is this alright?" you ask as you press another slightly firmer kiss to the skin under his jaw, your voice dripping with something unfamiliar.

Unable to form a single word, Spencer nods, reaching to place a hand on the back of your neck, gasping when your teeth nipped at the sensitive skin.

It's a complete one-eighty from the shy, germ-conscious girl you usually are, but he can't find it in him to complain.

The girl of his dreams, the one who can't even bring herself to touch his hand at work, currently has her mouth on him, she's biting him, and his mind is in a frenzy.

"I'm not gonna freak out if you touch me, Spence," you tease lightly, lips fluttering over the space just beside his mouth. As if to prove your point, smirking against his skin, you take his hand in yours and settle it on the space just below your breasts — under your clothes.

Where you're not wearing a bra.

His mind reels and melts into goo at the feel of your bare skin against his hand, so soft and warm.

An embarrassingly loud whine escapes his mouth as you bite down on his neck again, sucking the skin into your mouth. His hand drifts slightly upwards, brushing against the supple skin of your breast and gently grabbing onto it.

Your breath hitches as he gropes at your chest, lips pulling off his neck with a little pop and head resting against his shoulder.

"Can I take your shirt off?"

Your question leaves him speechless, but he nods nonetheless, reluctantly letting go of you to help you get his shirt over his head.

The sigh of his bare chest has your mouth watering, and you want nothing more than to leave a trail of hickeys down his stomach, but first, you press your lips to his, hands threading through his hair.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs into your mouth, hands resting on your hips as you grind down onto him. "Absolutely breathtaking."

You tuck your head into the crook of his neck, whimpering as your hips wildly buck down on him. You've never been like this, desperate for the touch of another person, let alone a touch so intimate.

Spencer's grip on you tightens some, and he uses this new leverage to guide your hips, carefully pressing you clothed heat against the hardness straining against his pants.

"P-please," you choke out, arms wrapping around his shoulders, gripping him for dear life as he moves you.

"Hm?" he hums quietly, shifting the angle so he's rubbing right up against your covered clit.

"Please," you breathe out again, clenching around nothing. "Please, Spencer."

You're not even sure what you're begging for, only that you want — no, need more of this stimulation.

He seems to understand what you need better than you do, gathering your body to him and laying you on your back.

Your thighs automatically fall open for him, allowing his body to fit between them, one hand holding himself up. He presses himself against you again, drawing a desperate moan from the back of your throat as he works on undoing the buttons of your cardigan, letting the fabric slide off your body and pool at your sides.

The hand he's not using to support himself reaches for you, thumb brushing against your hardened nipple. The corner of Spencer's mouth twitches upward as you arch up against him, eyes screwed shut.

"You like that?" he asks genuinely, doing it again. You nod frantically, mouth dropping open, but no sound coming out of it.

"Yes," you pant, bottom lip catching between your teeth. "Yes, I like that — please."

"Please what?" His mouth descends upon your neck, fingers continuing their attack on your sensitive nipple, clothed cock still rubbing up against you oh-so wonderfully.

"Please... please touch me," you beg, unable to stop your hips from bucking up against him. "I need you to touch me, Spencer."

Such vulgar words coming out of your mouth. It shocks the man, but he complies, shifting his body backwards so he can pull your skirt and underwear down your legs.

The sight between them is magical — your folds glistening in the soft light of the room, you writhing in anticipation in front of him — and something he has, admittedly, thought about once or twice.

"Have you ever done this before?" he asks, running his middle finger through your slick and pressing down gently on your clit. You shake your head lazily, face screwed up in pleasure, a sight Spencer will cherish forever.

A strangled moan rips out of you as Spencer presses a finger against your hole, thumb rubbing soft circles on your sensitive bud, and enters you with little resistance.

"Neither have I," he admits sheepishly, pumping his finger in and out of you rhythmically, curling it until he finds that spongey spot within you that has you crying out his name and spilling over his hand.

"Two virgin germaphobes," you mumble jokingly, trying to wiggle closer to him again. You fumble with his belt, somehow managing to pull it through the loops, and toss it on the ground carelessly.

He helps you to push his pants down, just enough for his cock to slip out.

"Two virgin germaphobes," he agrees quietly, adjusting your bodies so you're both in a more comfortable position, sliding his heavy tip through your slick folds. "Are you sure—"

"I'm sure, Spence," you abruptly cut him off, running your fingers through his hair, subconsciously pulling him towards you. "Please just — just fuck me."

Spencer doesn't need to be told twice, slowly pushing into you, gasping as your warm walls suck him in, gripping his cock like a vice. He holds his breath, trying not to immediately blow his load.

You're writhing, gasping, clawing at his back, whispering his name out into the air, and it only works to make him more hungry for you. But he stills one he's fully sheathed inside you, giving you time to adjust.

"Does it — uh — does it hurt at all?" he asks in a whisper, directly into your ear.

"N-no," you gasp back, the small pain slowly morphing into one of pleasure. "It doesn't hurt, you can — fuck — you can move, when you're ready."

He doesn't think he'll ever be ready, with how tightly you're gripping him, but he still finds himself pulling out until only his tip is nestled in you, and slowly pushing back in all the way. You hum shakily, trying to press yourself closer to him as he repeats the action, then again.

Already so sensitive from your first orgasm, you know you're not going to last long with his slow movements, thighs clenching around his. Pressure grows in your abdomen as he thrusts back in, slightly harder this time, grunting into your neck.

"God, I'm already so close," you choke out, head thrown back, sounds you didn't even know you could make raking out of you. Spencer can't get enough of them, leaning down and catching one of your nipples in his mouth, gently sucking on the sensitive nub.

Without warning, you're spasming around him, drool dribbling out of your open mouth as you come, body going slack against the couch.

"W-where do you want me to—"

"Inside," you mumble incoherently, biting your lip hard enough to leave marks, tears building on your waterline. "Please, Spence, I want you to come inside me."

Your words alone are enough to have him spilling inside you, thrusts sloppy and unrhythmic. Your hum in content, clinging to him like a koala as he gently pulls his softened cock from inside you, rubbing soft circles onto the skin over your breastbone. It's comfortably quiet.

And then...

"Hey," you whisper in a tired voice, "you wanna go on a date with me?"

He smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your hip. "I would love to," he whispers back fondly before standing up from the couch, "but first, we need to get you cleaned up and rested.

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‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔

‧₊ ౨ৎ 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥.ᐟ

‧₊ ౨ৎ 𓂃 Hi hi !! I'm Angel! I'm 15 years old, and i'm Filipino!Though, I'm not that good at Tagalog… I’m Demiromantic and Asexual !! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა ♡ ‧₊˚

My timezone is GMT +4, and I come home late after school a lot, so from monday-thursday, I might be more inactive.

Please don't feel shy to interact! I love LOVE interacting with people, and my inbox is open to anyone !!! So please don't feel intimidated, I'm happy to talk to you about OCs, canon characters, or anything. Just keep in mind— I am very forgetful, and I can lose track of time easily. So I might forget to reply right away. Please know I’m not ignoring you!! I’m probably just doing something else and forgot to ໒꒰ྀིっ⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ྀི১!!

Just so you know, this is an Oc × Canon account! I'll mostly post about my TWST Ocs and their ships, my main one being Floyra (Floyd x Kyra!). So, if you aren't into that, thats completely fine! We all have our own opinions, and I completely understand. But please, stay kind and respectful and don't use it as an excuse to attack me or any of my mutuals!

This isn't a very serious blog, just somewhere I can ramble about my interests, dump art and interact :3

‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔

‧₊ ౨ৎ 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 .ᐟ

General Tags .ᐟ

🎀! reblog — ୨୧ Literally just my reblogs or talking to my mooties, feel free to mute this !

🎀! bookmark — ୨୧ Anything I want to use for future refrence. Mostly only TWST assets (sprites, bgs, templates, ect.)

🎀! doodles — ୨୧ Lazy drawings of silly scenarios that come to mind, not anything serious teehee !

🎀! art — ୨୧ Art that I put a little more effort into, or art I’m more proud of!

🎀! fic — ୨୧ My writing! I only really write about my Oc x Canon ships, and I don't take requests.

🎀! yap — ୨୧ Literally me just yapping ... rambling... lollygagging ... Sometimes not even about TWST, mainly just me getting my thoughts out of my head but it varies on what i talk about lol (includes my yap sessions about my ocs but they aren’t exactly fics??)

OC tags .ᐟ

🎀🕊️! kyra — ୨୧ My main OC based on the Disney Princess Stereotype!

🎀🦈! floyra — ୨୧ Floyd x Kyra, my main ship for this blog!

🎀! fankids — ୨୧ …self explanatory. the fankids of my oc x canon ships…

‧₊ ౨ৎ 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 .ᐟ

— ୨୧ Mairimashita! Iruma Kun!

— ୨୧ Obey me! Shall We Date?

— ୨୧ Pokemon !!!

— ୨୧ Epic: The Musical

— ୨୧ Journey To The West

— ୨୧ Mythology in general

Theres probably more that I don’t remember atm…

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‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔 ˖ ‧₊˚ .𖥔

last updated: April 28, 2025 — ᨳິ Angel

[fiendishfables]

Fandoms + Req Rules {UPDATED 2025}

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Includes: - Fandoms/Characters I write for - What I will + wont write - Rules for Reqs

This post currently stands in place for a Masterlist as I make one, so please refer to this whenever requesting as needed « ✦ —⋆——― ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ———⋆— ✦ »

Fandoms

Hazbin Hotel

Alastor

Angel Dust (Platonic Only)

Charlie Morningstar

Lucifer Morningstar

Cherri Bomb

Vaggie

Velvette

Carmilla

Adam

Lute

Spiderverse

Miguel O'Hara

Gwen Stacy

Hobie Brown

Pavitir Prabhakar

Jujutsu Kaisen

Yuji Itadori

Megumi Fushiguro

Nobara Kugisaki

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Ryomen Sukuna

Maki Zen'in

Toge Inumaki

Noritoshi Kamo

Kasumi Miwa

Toji Fushiguro

Choso

Attack On Titan

Eren Yeager

Reiner Braun

Bertolt Hoover

Annie Leonhart

Porco Galliard

Pieck Finger

Zeke Yeager

Sasha Braus

Connie Springer

Jean Kirstein

Ymir

Kaiju No. 8

Kafka Hibino

Reno Ichikawa

Kikoru Shinomiya

Soshiro Hoshina

Soichiro Hoshina

Mina Ashiro

Gen Narumi

Iharu Furuhashi

Haruichi Izumo

Chainsaw Man

Denji

Aki Hayakawa

Power

Makima

Writing Limitations

🗸 Will Write

x Reader (Only write Female or Gender-Neutral)

CC x CC

NSFW (18+)/Smut

Oneshots

Headcannons

Blurbs

Drabbles

Imagines

Series'

Abuse

Addiction

Self-harm

Angst/Hurt/Comfort

Gore

𐄂 Won't Write

Rape/Non-con

Piss/Scat

Incest

Threesomes/Poly relationships

[Specific Race] x reader (ex: Black! reader / Hispanic! reader)

Anything related to politics

Req Rules

Be as specific/detailed as possible in your request (this way, I can best fulfill the want). Your request is more likely to be ignored if I feel there is not enough for me to imagine a scenario/work with.

Send requests via my inbox, not by direct message

Do not spam my inbox with your request

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New fandoms may be added on to this post before my Masterlist is finished, so be on the lookout for any potential changes. Above all, please abide by my limitations and rules above when requesting.

If you have any questions or concerns regarding any of the material above, please feel free to shoot me a direct message! <3

My goal is to sort of build up on requests so I have shit to write, and THEN have stuff to put on my Masterlist. Big brain.

REQ'S ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!!

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[lumosflairr]

Lumosflairr's m. list!!࣪ ˖⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

⭑.ᐟ golden trio era. ⭑.ᐟ marauders era.

⭑.ᐟ stranger things.

꒰ঌ more coming soon!! ໒꒱

reminder: my inbox is always open for requests, and I only write for fem! reader<3

[pascals-doll]

*ೃ✧ PASCALS-DOLL HOMEPAGE

🎀⁀➷ shh! everything here is secret

❝Keep my conscious clear, that's why I'm so magnetic❞

╰┈➤ PASCALS-DOLL ᐟᐟ☆ welcome to my blog! this my homepage, below you will find the navigation to all my links and content | thank you so much for the support and i hope u enjoy .ᐟ muchos besos ~ much love

—✶𓏲ּ꩜ this is a side blog .ᐟ @faericana

HELP PALESTINE 🇵🇸 DOC LINKS | BOYCOTT | MORE LINKS | EDUCATE URSELF | GENOCIDE STAGES | SUDAN DONO | EYES ON | PALESTINIAN FAMILIES DONO |

BEFORE ENTERING, PLEASE READ ! PSA: DRUCKMANN IS A ZIONIST.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.WELCOME TO MY BLOG .* :☆ﾟ. ───

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ muñeca — been a tumblr girl since 2015 .ᐟ i write for TLOU & pedro pascal’s characters. 𝜗𝜚ꜝshe/her & 18+

｡⋆୨୧˚ 🧸 i am indigenous latina and xicana

personal tags: ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ doll rec’s | my favorite works from others! ˚୨୧⋆ doll anons | i use during inbox answers from anons! | ⋆·˚ ༘ *༄ doll masterlist | tags to my work | ⋆·˚ ༘ *༄doll sessions | i use during my inbox | ⋆·˚ ༘ *༄ doll inbox | curated for my personal inbox convos | ⋆·˚ ༘ *༄ doll ask | curated for my inbox asks | ༊*·˚muñi’s homepage | tag for my personal navigation.

♯ MY MAIN LINKS .ᐟ ★ masterlist ★ taglist

★ muñeca’s req works (soon) ★ about muñeca ★

ᥫ᭡ MY EXTRA LINKS .ᐟ ★ doll’s recommendation’s ★ doll sessions ★ doll asks ★ doll inbox ★ ˚୨୧⋆ ★

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ᥫ᭡ extra links —@ cafekitsune & @ anitalenia for beautiful dividers ★ divider link 1 ★ divider link 2 ★ divdr link 3 ★ so much love to these creators! ★ all other images/gifs are used FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES ONLY IF NOT FOUND IN TUMBLR WHICH IS CREDITED used in my content is from the web/pinterest unless created by me.

｡ ﾟ ꒰ঌ REQUESTS IN PROGRESS ｡ ﾟ ꒰ঌ

READ BEFORE REQ | ʚ♡ɞ request status; offline

🧸 — muñeca is busy right now ! try again later

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ MY LATEST UPLOAD ໒꒱

‧₊˚ ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~♡ disclaimer: most content is nsfw but it is obviously labeled ! my sfw content will be 15+ | YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR UR OWN CONSUMPTION!

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : GATÚBELA— E. WILLIAMS SERIES

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ SUNDRESS SZN — J. MILLER DRABBLE

DNI: IF YOU ARE RACIST, ZIONIST, HOMO/TRANSPHOBIC, OR DISCRIMINATORY IN ANY SHAPE OR FORM // FUCK OFF MY PAGE

CIS STRAIGHT MEN DNI !!

P.S i also genuinely DGAF if ur a minor reading my content although its marked 18+ ! just be respectful thank u

old homepage

© PASCALS-DOLL 2024

you do not have my permission to rewrite or copy my published work in any way shape or form.

[sorryguts]

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♱ disclaimer ! i shall not be online very often , & when i am , my interactions shall be very limited . despite my use of pseudonyms on this account , i have a fear of being recognized from my primary blog .

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♱ introduction ! samsa / iscariot / aloysius m. roach polyage ( 7 , 12 , 16 , 22 , 40 , 402 ) he / him , fae / faem , it / its , hy / hym , vivi / vivis , cy / cyr asexual , demiromantic , recipromantic , homoflexible ; genderfluid , transsexual , transmascfem man @kult-tela < 3 i have no specific radqueer stance , but i believe everyone should do as they like so long as it causes no-one any permanent harm .

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♱ plurality ! i am the host of an unnamed median system . there are ten of us , but i ( the host ) will be posting the most often . if anyone else is around , don't hesitate to say hello !!

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♱ identities ! cisids : chronominor , cisfinnish , cisbiracial , cischristian , cisgiftedkid , cisanorexic , cisabused , ciscocsa , cispanicattacks , cisichthyophobia transids : transgender * , transfrenchjapanese , transaccent * , transvoice , transformal * , transalter , transheight ( + ) , transweight ( - ) * , transwhitestreaks ** , transshota , transfacialpiercings ** , transbjd , transangel , transfictional , transstomachulcers , transhypochondria , transhikikomori , transalcoholic * , transhospitalized miscids : trisplural , trisvampire , trismisanthrope , permadrunk , skincolorfluid , nullstomach ** , nullamerican paras : sadomasochism , medical fetishism , splanchnophilia ( & more but sharing is scary . )

* = currently transitioning ; ** = planning on transitioning ; *** = fully transitioned .

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♱ tagging system ! # ♱ | roachoid.me ! : original posts by me , including vents , para talk , silly thoughts of the day et cetera # ♱ | roachoid.alt ! : original posts by the others # ♱ | roachoid.q&a ! : asks from my inbox & their continuations # ♱ | roachoid.gen ! : general reblogs # ♱ | roachoid.bah ! : build-a-headmate blog self-reblogs ( @sorryguts-bah ) # ♱ | roachoid.rq ! : radqueer / transid hoard reblogs

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[97keanu]

hi, I wanted to ask: did you delete your neo bots? (stalker and pre- matrix hacker) because the link to them does not work 😕😕😕

₊‧꒰ঌ ໒꒱‧ ° Hi! I hope you still see this, I know it(and a few other asks about my neo bots) have been sitting in my inbox patiently for a long time, so I apologize for the wait. I made a new character.ai acc (@97keanu) and decided to make a new and improved stalker!neo au bot. He is prematrix and is more lonely, loser, and depraved than ever <3

You can access him here

[radiothepoet]

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Welcome

Welcome to my blog! You can call me Radio!

I am 16, and I use He/they/pup/book pronouns!

I really hope you like it here!

On this blog I will post various poetry that I write!

I am hoping that this blog goes place, I love writing, and I am hoping to share that love for writing with the world.

I really hope you enjoy my poems, reblog if you’d like! So that way my poems reach more people! If you’d have any questions, feel free to put them in my inbox!

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[lunarnightt]

Welcome to my blog!

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"everything I've done, I've done for you. I move the stars for no one." ― Labyrinth

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

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ABOUT ME ―୨୧⋆ ˚ Luni or moony. Twenty. Aquarius. she/her. Married. I’m a doctor pepper addict who only reads and writes on occasion. My favorite movie is labyrinth and my favorite artist is Sabrina Carpenter at the moment. I am a certified fan girl for both Hayden Christensen and Harry styles.

WHAT I DO ―୨୧⋆ ˚ I write fanfiction on here and on wattpad! I also make character AI bots and am currently taking requests! You can see who I write for here

My requests are open so feel free to put in a request like I said before or feel free to ask me anything in my inbox! I also am currently writing a series here on Tumblr and wattpad! So give me a follow for more Anakin content!

RULES ―୨୧⋆ ˚

I do not accept minors reading my smut on this page when and IF I do make any.

I don't appreciate negative comments on Palestine or racist, homophobic, and transphobic comments either so keep your negative comments to yourself!

Please don't rush me If I take your request! I do have a life outside online and will announce when it will be out so be patient.

WHERE TO FIND ME ―୨୧⋆ ˚ Materialist 𐙚 Wattpad 𐙚 C.AI 𐙚 my card 𐙚 Moons server

[pinkmirth]

Hiiii! Hope you are well!

Hey I know you are Alucard's number 1 fan🥰 but I was wondering if you would consider writing something (maybe smutty🫣) for us girlies who prefer his daddy.

Sincerely, a Vlad girlie!!

as much as i adore adrian, i cant deny that he gets half of those looks from his father . . . dracula lovers surely deserve a treat too, so here’s a little handful of hcs for papa vlad >.<

protective to the very ends of the earth, is what he is. vlad’s doting to the point where it could come across as concern— but when you have the very king of the undead as your beloved, there isn’t much to fear.

with a man of his stature, over seven feet with the broadest shoulders, largest hands and coldest gaze, just know that the size kink is turned all the way on. though he has to crouch a bit lower to just kiss you, he’ll always make sure to meet you where you stand and shower you in his affection.

let’s give a reminder as to why the people call this man the ‘impaler,’ because he’s packing enough to pull at least five orgasms from you. vlad’s a good 220 cm tall, of course he’d have so much to offer you in bed. there, he takes things ever so slowly; interlacing his hands with yours, careful of his claws, while his other cold palm goes to press against your waist, pulling you into his imposing frame. firm muscle and cool flesh is what you feel when in his grasp. his thrusts are paced, thoughtful, and just enough to make you writhe and mewl beneath him. his goatee grazes your skin as he comes to plant a kiss to your forehead, his breathing heavy and rasped. vlad groans out his endearment, hips throttling forward to slam into yours. as you hold onto him for dear life, legs entangling behind his waist, he goes on to whisper how greatly he loves you.

[cowgirlcherrie]

having a moment, and like not a good one — so I’m gonna like disappear for two days lol. I’ll probably b back online Monday, but i’m gonna ghost for a bit. Mentally upset, terrible mood like my anxiety is being weird again...

Anywho, in the meantime you can spam/ blow up my inbox with cute messages and stuff so I can have nice stuff to come back to which I’ll answer on Monday my loves ♡♡♡

ouchies love u all ꒰ঌ(⃔ ⌯' '⌯)⃕໒

princess cher♡

[jupipedia]

✧ — 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬.

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ( tumblr fingers. ) — my chitter chatter.

✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮๋࣭ ⋆⑅˚₊🍓( jukebox. ) — my music recs.

˚ ༘`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹✧˖°.༘⋆⋆｡˚ ( whoopsies. ) — spoiler tag.

୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀☾⋆｡ 𖦹 °✩ ( tia board. ) — my mood board things.

☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ( kin this. ) — reblogs i agree with.

⋆｡° ✮‹𝟹๋࣭ ⭑🖇️₊ ⊹ ( starved. ) — reblogs i disagree with.

☾⋆｡ 𖦹 °✩📞જ⁀➴ ( jupi's burner. ) — responding to my inbox.

꒰ঌ🫶🏾໒꒱⋆.ೃ࿔*:⋆⟡♡ ( tia's secret service. ) — general mutual tag.

ꨄ︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ( name! ) — mutual name tag.

☾☼ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ 📌⋆˚✿˖° ( i recommend.) — fics & things that i recommended.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚❕*∘∘˙˚༄💨 ( a jupiter production. ) — my fics.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ( i'm up next! ) — milestone posts.

꒰ 🥥 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟღ ( nonsensical chatter. ) — me and my mutuals' discourse.

🫧`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹✧･.☽ ( one more time? ) — icymi tag.

© jupipedia. all rights reserved.

[baisemains]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ rules!

when sending replies/asks/submissions:

i’m fine with any feminine terms (girl, queen, etc) and being addressed by my name!

dude or bro is also okay

i don’t like being called any variation of mom or mother just cause i feel like i’m not that old 😭

not a fan of being overly familiar or joking like we’re friends if we’re not

my inbox is always open to discuss the characters listed below or any of my works ♥️

characters i write for:

arcane: sevika, mel medarda

the bear: sydney adamu

yellowjackets: lottie matthews, natalie scatorccio, jackie taylor

i mainly write character x reader, but occasionally i will write character x character

if requests are open, keep in mind:

i will try to have it written and uploaded within a couple of weeks, but i have a full time job and prioritize my own ideas, but it will get posted eventually, i promise!

i'm comfortable with fluff, angst, and smut; do's and don'ts are listed below ↓

yes: fem reader, gn reader, somno, breeding kink, strap-on, praise kink, overstimulation, dacryphilia, most common kinks tbh (if something isn’t listed here, just ask!)

maybe: wax play, mommy kink, daddy kink, bondage

no: male reader, scat, vomit, blood, age play, race play, noncon, degradation, stepcest/incest, g!p (just because i don’t think i could do it justice 🥲)

try to be specific or i might pass on it

i reserve the right to decline a request if i feel it’s ooc

rude asks will be deleted, full stop, it doesn't take much to be nice :)

thank you for getting this far and i hope you enjoy my blog 💋 happy reading!

[cas7iel]

꒰ঌ ₊˚⊹ Intro Post ໒꒱

Hello. My name is Damian/cas7iel. I am male and strictly use he/him pronouns. I'm a student and work a part-time job. In my spare time I enjoy reading fanfictions, making art, and doing whatever other hobby peaks my interest at that time.

👁 Art boundaries and info below! ↓

— Art boundaries

You are free to use my art as pfp/layout, as long as you do not blur or remove my watermark(s).

My inbox is open for art request (any nsfw/gore or suggestive request will be immediately deleted) but I do not guarantee that I will do them.

I’m okay with my art being used in edits, just don’t claim the art as your own or remove/blur any of my watermarks.

Feel free to take my art as an inspiration or reference, but don’t trace (and claim it as your own), recolor or use it for AI.

Do not use anything I make for AI.

— Interests/Likes

Supernatural

The Occult, primarily angels (christianity too) - mythology in general

The Boys

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare

Don't Starve

Titanfall 2

Fran Bow

Hard Rock/Metal (Thy Worshipper, Batushka, Wilczyca, Kanonenfieber...)

A lot more...

👁 Extra ֗₊

— Main tags

#my art: find all my artworks easily in this tag

#ask: answering asks

#rant: my rambling, which often turns into full-blown rants.

#personal: things related to my personal life.

— Additional info

Art programs: Clip Studio Paint Pro (primary), Procreate, Ibispaint

This is my only account/blog I post art on. Anyone claiming to be me is not me.

꒰ Important ꒱

— General boundaries

I may block you at any given time if you make me uncomfortable. Do not follow, or DM me on different accounts/blogs unless you believe it was truly a mistake.

[onehappyanon]

drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️

꒰ঌ(⃔ ⌯' '⌯)⃕໒꒱

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ ⠀ 🌻🌻🌻🌻 🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻 Λ🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻 ( ˘ ᵕ ˘🌻🌻🌻 ヽ つ＼ ／ UU / 🎀 \ ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡