she/her, woc, esfp, six tattoos, glasses, psychology major. Currently swooning over James Mcavoy, Edward Norton and Jack Quaid ෧
Into some atypical stuff, Steve Harrington & Smallville!Lex Luthor defender, Jurassic Park & Final Destination saga admirer, Supernatural enthusiast, Kid vs Kat misser, Malcolm in the Middle fanatic and a part of the sweaty hand gang 💥
Currently watching: Doom at your Service, Arrested Development s1, Edward Norton AND Cary Elwes' filmography, Criminal Minds s5 ep02, Smallville s5
Just finished: Donnie Darko, Obsession, Road House, Love & Other Drugs, Khoobsurat, Primal Fear, Tell Me What You Want, Darna Zaroori Hai, Krishna Cottage, Kaal, Madagascar, Lucy, Project Hail Mary, To All the Boys I've Loved Before, Prisoners, Remarkably Bright Creatures, Maid in Manhattan, Sheep Detectives
I do write sometimes :) Most recent fic: linked here!
Writing below the cut <3
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~ Vices & Virtues: The Masterlist.˳˳✧.⋅ॱ
A collection of fics inspired by my favourite Panic! At The Disco album of all time 💌 Featuring: Most of my dearly beloveds like Clark Kent, Spencer Reid, Steve Harrington, Nathan Caine, Bucky Barnes, Barry Allen, Sam and Dean Winchester, Loki and so many more :,)
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Edward Norton: The Masterlist.˳˳✧.⋅ॱ
Featuring: Aaron + Roy Stampler, Father Brian Finn and more to come 🤪
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~ Steve Harrington.˳˳✧.⋅ॱ
Happy....Hump Day? 18+ (gn!reader, 2.4k words)
Where whipped!Steve wants you to grind on him after things get a littleee too close.
Take a seat :) 18+ (gn!reader, 1.8k words)
Where you have had a bad day and whipped!Steve (and his lap) is the only remedy, so you grind on him to get your frustrations out.
Kiss and Tell ;) 18+ (gn!reader, 2.3k words)
Where whipped!Steve sees you shopping for lip balms and wants to more than just try the ChapStick Challenge.
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~ Anakin Skywalker.˳˳✧.⋅ॱ
stalker!anakin 18+ (fem!reader, 891 words)
student!anakin 18+ (fem!reader, 427 words)
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~ Clark Kent (smallville).˳˳✧.⋅ॱ
fluffy sleepy!clark (gn!reader, 483 words)
Always (gn!reader, 7.6k words)
You wake up in the hospital, injured and startled, to find Clark Kent (whom you haven't seen in YEARS) at your bedside—with flowers and a get well card, holding your hand like he’s never letting go. Years apart melt away as he helps you recover. Through whispered fears, cooking and multiple moments of golden hours, you discover that the boy from Smallville has always been your home afterall.
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~ Nathan Caine (novocaine).˳˳✧.⋅ॱ
Praying for Love in a Lap Dance (gn!reader, 965 words)
Nathan looks too peaceful during your night in, you decide to change that by giving him an impromtu lapdance. He loves it and hates it at the same time)
Crash Course (gn!reader, 3.6k words)
Aas Nathan's world narrows, you remain at the center of it: helping him heal in small everyday ways. (Continuation of Bittersweet from the Vices and Virtues masterlist!!)
Harlan Fairfax Curruthers × Reader with boobs and a menstrual cycle. 1.2k-ish words. Fluffy smut with themes of body worship and boob worship, mentions of boobs, chest, tits, tatas, breasts you get the point, licking kissing sucking leaving hickeys the whole shebang he goes insane in a good way. Proofread once? No use of y/n, enjoyyy :D
A/N: I wrote this last night in a funk, got so excited I rubbed one out in the process, life is good. Inspired by this tweet, what a muse. I will write more Harlan and add somno to it one day, meanwhile we thrive off this <3
Harlan's head turns into mush when he comes back home and sees you sprawled out on the bed, tired and sleepy like a renaissance painting, all because you're about to start your menstrual cycle soon. He shuts the door lightly, to contain as much of you in the room as possible. It shuts with a click, signalling to you that he's near, making a smile appear on your face despite the bodily attacks of pain you've been facing.
You can hear the familiar ritual of him coming home before you even open your eyes. The soft metallic clink of his belt buckle breaks the quiet first, followed by the faint rustle of fabric as he loosens it after a long day. One button slips free from his overshirt followed by the next. There is a heaviness to his movements, the weight of work and responsibilities, weight of the hours spent away from you. But it gradually melts away with every step deeper into the room.
His breathing changes as well. When he first enters, it's slightly uneven, carrying his stress from the outside world. Then it settles, bit by bit. The tension leaves his shoulders, his lungs fill more slowly and his breathing regulates. The simple act of seeing you lying there allows something inside him to finally unclench.
The mattress dips slightly as he sits on the edge of the bed and the scent of his cologne mixes with the clean smell of laundry surrounding you. He pauses and simply takes you in. The exhaustion in his body eases and the ache behind his eyes softens because no matter how difficult the day has been, this is the moment he always waits for, coming back to you.
He looks at you lovingly, the epitome of everything good he never expected to have laying on the bed you share, doing nothing except existing in a way that always undoes him. The sheen of sweat on your shoulders and nape trickling down to your collarbones makes him forget every coherent thought he'd been carrying home with him.
You know you are on the verge of your cycle because your boobs started to hurt last week, plumping up (which you have a hard time believing) and straining against your tops, the fullness of them filling out your clothes more than usual. Your thighs in this hot weather peek through your sleeping shorts with abundance, hips perfectly moldable in his hands and he has a hard on time concentrating on anything because you're taking all his attention with how soft and pliable you've become.
He truly loves everything about your body but the warmth of your chest has him feeling things beyond pure and holy.
He's always loved your tits. They make him feral and want to cry at the same time. He loves them so much, how soft they are, how pretty they look, how they melt in his hands and how naturally he finds his way to them whenever he's stressed.
He waits patiently while you finish your shower, the bottle of lotion resting loosely in his hand as he sits on the edge of the bed. The apartment is quiet except for the distant rush of water and sounds of the building. He glances toward the bathroom door, out of habit, listening for signs that you're almost done. He waits to treat your tits with care and tenderness like they deserve.
He sits you down in front of the mirror, untucking the towel from you and letting it fall around your waist, gazing into you with desires so intense your breathing stutters. He works the lotion into your skin with practised motions. Starting from your shoulders and then trailing both his hands down your collarbones, tracing slow circles around your nipples, warm hands under your breasts, feeling the last traces of white cream vanish. The scent of you lingering in the air, fresh and clean, makes his mouth water.
By the time he's finished, the lotion bottle is set aside and you're looking considerably sleepier than before. He brushes a damp strand of hair away from your face and gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze.
"There," he murmurs, satisfied. "Much better."
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You often shift around in your sleep at night, making dulcet sounds, unknowingly waking him out of concern. The first thing he notices is the restless way you move. A leg tangled in the sheets. A frustrated sigh escaping your lips. The blanket kicked halfway across the mattress. Even in sleep, you're searching for relief from the warmth that seems to cling stubbornly to you.
Harlan blinks away the haze of sleep and turns onto his side, watching you for a moment. The room is dark save for the faint glow of streetlights filtering through the curtains, enough to illuminate the crease between your brows. With a quiet huff, he pushes himself upright.
Years of knowing you have taught him the little things. The ways discomfort shows itself before you're even awake enough to complain about it. Changing positions to get comfy in the heat, you struggle, eventually laying on your back.
But he always knows how to cool you down.
Peeling your sleepwear to the side, exposing your tits to the air, he hovers over your chest, sniffing how sweet you smell, making him painfully hard.
He slowly puts his mouth on your tits, pressing careful open-mouthed kisses on them one by one, licking and wetting them with his saliva and then blowing air on them to cool them down. He sucks on your nipples to feel them pebble up while you whine his name in your sleep.
He swirls his tongue around them as you whimper, starting to tilt your torso towards his forearm and grinding against it as your wetness keeps growing for reasons unknown to you. All you know is it feels oh so good.
He keeps his abuse constant, sucking with varying intensities like he's soothing himself too and leaving hickeys you'll find in the morning. He groans at how pliant you're being, his sweet girl, so sensitive and giving, letting him help you through this problem. Moaning and slurring his name like an emergency he's solved one too many times.
God, he could do this all night. His mouth on your tits was all he wanted for the rest of this life and the next. For now though, there were more heated things to tend to.
wow I really liked Donnie Darko the second time around, first time years ago was confusing and I never touched it again but lately Jake Gyllenhaal is my eye candy of choice so thought why not give it another shot?
very glad I did because yeah, the premise is COOL, I'm a sucker for time travel anyway and in this stage of life with a different outlook I had back then, it grew on me so quickly yayyyy
synopsis - finally you decided to adopt a new friend at the adoption centre! only, he wants to be more that friends…
warnings - p in v, brief oral sex (fem receiving) unprotected sex, slight manipulation(?) creampie, shitty smut, petname: master used mockingly, not thoroughly proofread, talk of potential children, lowk masochist gojo, ect ect. fem reader
notes - yay I finally got this out! lol it honestly did get a bit sloppy at the end but I wanted to get this out b4 christmas!enjoy! the smut is lowkey short but I don’t want to fix it..
edit - I just realised I posted this on his death date
Phew, you did it.
You finally grew a pair and adopted a newly rescued snow-leopard hybrid! After months of your self-pitying you managed to convince yourself to adopt a friend!
You spent many, many hours contemplating on whether to actually adopt. And many hours more watching sad videos on hybrids, how mistreated they are out of the adoption centre.
That was more than enough to convince you.
Now you have an exotic hybrid of your own! And he’s just the cutest little—er big thing! He’s got fluffy little ears, a handsome face, striking blue eyes, and the fluffiest tail in the world!
You’ve learnt a lot about him. His name is Satoru Gojo, around the same age as you! Unfortunately, he spent a lot of his life in illegal fighting rings. Poor thing almost got killed a while back. Luckily, his caretakers at the agency have had no aggression problems with him! He’s affectionate, friendly, reckless at times, but overall great to have as a first time owner!
He’s really—really big. His head just about reaches the ceiling of your small apartment. It's gonna be hard finding clothes for the man. Let alone a bed.
But that’s all a problem for future you!
Packing him in the car was a hefty thing, his tallness being the main problem, a little cramped (he had to lay half his body on the floor) but it worked in the end!
As soon as you bought the little—uh, big critter home, you pampered him with affections. Petting his head, rubbing his ears, scratching under his chin all that stuff that makes him mushy in the brain!
The only problem would be leaving him alone… he’s fairly clingy. You’ll just have to work on that. He seems capable enough. Hopefully…
Note to self: get a baby cam.
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Maybe this was a mistake.
Satoru’s a really good guy, he’s friendly, definitely affectionate and really clingy. All good qualities that you love about him!
But, there are qualities you come to… dislike, so to say.
He’s bratty. defiant against your house rules, a back-talker.
He always wants attention. Pushing things off counters or using his tail to block your eyes whenever he wants to annoy you.
He’s very manipulative. Using his wide eyes to trick you—or anyone—into giving him sweets!
He’s also unbearably horny, probably his worst trait. Always trying to rub against you, heck even mount you! For someone so angelic-looking, he sure ain’t an angel.
And you can name a couple of… embarrassing incidents.
Incident #1
“Hey—Toru! What are you doing, stop that!” You shout, trying to push him back and away from— wait, are those your panties he has in your mouth!
“Satoru! Bad boy, get those out of your mouth!” You splutter, face flushing red.
But, apparently you adopted the devil.
He tilts his head in an innocent way, ears flopping to the side as he deviously munches on your precious—and very expensive—underwear.
You try to wrestle them away from his maw, unlucky for you, you’ve also adopted an abnormally tall hybrid. His innocent act drops as he dangles them above your head, laughing at your embarrassment.
Of course, he gave it back. Not without it slicked in his spit and now turned crotchless.
It was… not a great moment for you or your hopes of being dominant over him.
Incident #2
It’s a nice sunny morning, you got up earlier than your alarm, made a nice breakfast, and finally got that darned work assignment finished.
A peaceful day.
Until your precious kitty takes his biting urges on you.
“Satoru, do-don’t bite meee!” You whine, once again trying to push away the snarky beast. God, why must he be twice your size.
He chuffs, pining you with his weight as he nibbles at your skin. Tail swaying mischievously behind him.
“Mn—be still, lemme jus’…” He whispers. Devious man he is. His nibbling becomes full-blown bites, decorating your neck and collarbone in a bazillion bite marks.
Satoru only giggles at your pathetic attempts of squirming away. Pfft, you think he’ll let you walk away? Nothing gets away from his keen eyes.
Needless to say, the bite marks were not a fashion statement at work. Didn’t really capture as many complements as it did laughter.
Note to self: Invest in a muzzle.
Incident #3
Now, maybe this is your fault. You did notice the change in behaviour, he’s always been clingy— the staff at the agency did say he was… the possessive type. But! You didn’t notice the possessiveness until now! So it’s not entirely your fault.
Okay, maybe his growling at your friend— male, should you note— was a teensy red flag, the constant butting of his head against you was also alerting you. So you maybe-sorta-should’ve predicted this.
Maybe if you realised that Satoru is not entirely human (even though he acts like it), you would’ve remembered he has an amazing sense of smell.
“aaahnn… mornin’ Toru’, how did you sleep hm?” you yawn. The lack of response is unnerving, and rude.
“Hey now, ts’ not nice to ignore me, Satoru.” Again silence, wait—what the-?
“Oof! Satoru—gah!—get off!” You struggle, your overgrown hybrid kitty has decided to pounce on you, his full weight crushing you.
“H-hey—oh!” Did.. did you feel that correctly, is your boy.. oh gosh.
“Mrrow…mn, you smell s’ good.” His breath is hot against your neck, sniffing at your throat, his fuzzy ears rubbing under your chin.
“Mnh—heat, in heat? mrr..” He purrs, big hands encasing yours as the big idiot rocks his hips against your backside— oh my.
“H-huh? No, down Satoru! Bad boy—ooh!—don-don’t!” You try not to moan out as he ruts against you. Licking at the nape of your neck, almost mockingly.
“Heh— shh, I’ll take care of ya. Aw’ you’re so small compared to me..” Satoru breathes, chuckling like he always does.
…
Lets just say, Satoru has become real good friends with the spray bottle.
Note to self: Get him neutered.
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And there are way more incidents as… sexual as these ones. You love the big guy, he’s cuddly, got a fuzzy head, really warm, but he seems to really enjoy mounting you. Like, really badly.
He’s become a menace! I mean, you knew he wasn’t neutered, but you didn’t think he’d be interested in you!
It's almost everyday he tries to get in your pants! Gotta hand it to him, he’s really persistent.
Well, you won’t be taking any of his nonsense today!
“Satoru! Breakfast!” You yell out. You hear him scurrying around the corner, jeez food fein.
“Heh, mm waffles..” He purrs at your feet, nuzzling against the back of your knee.
He wraps his tail around your ankle, hands gently kneading at your leg. Nose twitching at the sugary smells.
“You hungry, sweetie?” You coo, petting the big oafs head.
Awh, maybe you’re being too harsh on him. He’s your baby, he doesn’t know any better!
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Oh who were you kidding, of course he knows what he’s doing! Why are you so gullible?
What was supposed to be a nice, calm, peaceful, non-sexual breakfast, ends up with your mischievous kitty munching on your pussy instead!
He’s got your legs up, knees having small-talk to your shoulders whilst he —quite literally— devours you.
“Satoruuu!— don’t do thaah! Oh!” You squeak. You weakly push on his head, trying to get him away from your front.
Unfortunately, Satoru is a determined cat.
“Mnn, be still. M’ hungry.” He purrs between your legs, the vibrations of his voice send tingles up your spine.
For Satoru, that delicious nectar leaking out of you is heavenly. Until this thin, pathetic piece of fabric ruins his meal. If only he could just…
rripp!
“H-huh? S’toru! Those were expensiveee— haa!” You scold. well, try to. It’s hard to speak when you’re literally breathless.
He tongues at your now naked pussy, slurping all that gooey goodness you so graciously produce. So sweet.
He pulls back, your cunt and his mouth connected by a sloppy string of spit. He coo’s and presses a kiss hard against your clit, making you twitch and moan.
Out of the corner of your eye you see the devil incarnate smiling so sweetly, his tail curling around your ankle. What was once a sweet gesture is now no longer reassuring.
Your ‘innocent’ kitty now has free rein to your more… primal parts. The stronger scent pulls on Satoru’s will, he whines at the sudden, yet aggressive urge to bury himself inside you.
Hmm maybe he should.
Hoisting himself up, Satoru leans back on his calves, admiring the little mess he’s made of you. Flushed red, panting, drooling, and completely high on the pleasure. His pants tighten.
He’s been blessed with such a cute owner!
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Plap! Plap! Plap!
“Haa— d’aww don’t be so shy, master. Heh—fhuck!” Said the devil incarnate, mockingly.
Satoru is a condescending bunch, cute but really full of himself. It’s shows in his way of fucking.
He has you on your back, legs resting on his broad shoulders as he literally folds you in half. Your head is just reeling, your face is covered in his spit, hairline all sweaty, jaw hanging open, and you're burning all over!
His cock is big, too big. It nearly split you in half when he tried to fit it in. He’s never been a patient kitty.
“Awhhh— masterrrr, you’re tightenin’ up sho’ muchhh…” He purrs. Tail swaying mockingly.
Leaning forward, Satoru nuzzles his ears against your cheek, wanting to be pet.
Unfortunately, you’re incoherent to his requests. Too focused on the harsh rutting of his cock into your sticky cunt.
“Heyyy… pet meee,” He whines, “Hm? Heh— tappin’ out already?” His eyes gleam with mischievous-ness as he grins a toothy grin. You’re not gonna make it out alive.
He bites his lip, giggling at your pleasured face. If only he could take a picture, save this moment forever. He cups your face, caressing your sweaty cheeks, then presses a loving kiss to your lips.
“Mwah! Hehe— you’re so cute,” He whispers against your lips.
In midst of this somewhat sweet moment, the pace of Satoru rolling his hips against you increases. Then turning into him full on slamming his hips into yours, huffing as he focuses on pounding you into next week.
All you can do is grip onto him, tugging on his ears. He moans pornographically, drooling as you harshly grip his sensitive ears. The painful yet pleasant sensation sparks something new in Satoru.
With the intent to breed, Satoru turns you over. His chest to your back as he leans his weight on you, arms wrapping tightly around your sweaty skin.
This new position gives Satoru a better chance at giving you some cute mini him’s!
“Oh! Oh!—Toruuu’!” You squeal, tears now brimming in your eyes at the overwhelming feeling that is undoubtedly him.
Without warning, you cum. Hole clenching and spasming and coating his lower body in a translucent liquid.
“Hm—hah— I knew you wan—ahn—wanted me!” He mewls, quickly pounding in and out, creating a wet ‘schlick!’ sound.
Oh you’re so perverted! Letting your precious kitty take you like this!
You’ll never live this down.
Satoru doesn’t seem to care.
“Oooh— m’ cumming, nng— masterrr!” He moans, non-stop humping into your creamy pussy, drooling all over you.
“Not—not insideee! Toru’!” You cry out, pushing your hips back to get him off of you, it does the opposite.
His tail wraps around your thigh as he cums. It splurts frantically inside of you, his cock twitching violently as he whines in pleasure.
It’s hot, sticky and definitely a thick load. It feels endless, liquidy rope after rope. But it feels so refreshing.
He pulls out (you didn’t think he would), nuzzling and purring at the nape of your neck. Innocently licking at your tear-stricken cheeks.
…
It’s been so long since you last experienced this pleasure.
You’ll definitely regret this later.
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Oh god, why did you do that!
Having sex with a hybrid is just a different type of low, even for you!
Oh jeez, you're just as perverted as him! Oh whywhywhywhy! He was just supposed to be a companion! Not a—
“Mrr, pet meee..” Satoru whines, pawning at your chest. He’s back to his old self again.
Mostly. He’s become more… confident in his abilities over you. Let’s just say after your regrettable (not in his eyes) playtime with him, he has no restraint on mounting you now. The idiots even started humping you in public!
Which is why you’ve been leaving him at home.
Now more than ever, you two spend a lot of time together. Mostly consisting of naps, him licking you, more naps, eating… recreational activities, blah blah blah. He now sleeps on your bed, he’s more like an overstayed one night stand than an exotic cat.
Love the LanaLex perspective of the red kryptonite episodes. Every couple months your goody-two shoes farm boy best friend boytoy acts like he's a main character in Gossip Girl and then two days later regrets it so so much and comes groveling and begging for your forgiveness and you go Okay. and then five weeks later it happens again.
