Tawns of Fun

Note: 2025 Reader Insert Smut Masterlist. Eighteen and over only. Please read the rules before requesting. Some of these will contain body horror, noncon, etc., so make sure to blocklist tags you don’t like.

Simon the Spider from Imaginary

Hank MacLean from Fallout

Skynet from the Terminator franchise

Nathan Wallace from Repo! The Genetic Opera

Rain Ripper from Open 24 Hours

Hierophant from Stakes

Marlow and Zurial from 30 Days of Night

Note: Looked thru my notes and found this draft I’d forgotten about. Imaginary is sadly not a memorable movie lol. Cute guy(der), tho.

Imagine Simon performing a mating dance for you. 

When you entered the Ever After with Jessica and Gloria, it was with the intention of rescuing the former’s stepdaughter. But, as you followed her gaze to the ceiling, the realization you might have to be a sacrificial lamb overrode any fight response.

“Go,” you whispered, ready to slap Jessica’s back to spur her into action. She hesitated just a sec before bolting.

Having accepted your fate, your mind quickly wandered to what you must look like, through its many eyes. Five on each side. While you warily studied Simon’s face, he scaled down the wall, wondering if you were paralyzed with fear.

Looks like he wouldn't be needing his venom. Still, you were female, he was male. There was always the possibility you might feel the need to consume him while carrying your egg sac. You might want the nutrients. Humans were omnivorous, after all. Better get you used to being bound with his thread sooner than later. 

“What?” 

It took Simon a sec to realize he’d spoken aloud. You put your two hands up. In protest, though Simon the Spider interpreted it differently. 

He raised his own forearms and shimmied side to side. Smugly gnashing his fangs. He’d been formulating a much more drawn out ritual. Your reaction was very convenient. And hotter. The spider monster wouldn’t have to sedate you to make you watch the entirety of his dance.

This corridor was not your tomb. It was your bridal bed. And all he needed was your go ahead to spin you a “bridal veil.” 

You didn’t know where a spinneret would be on his body. Or how he was even planning on mating you. No pedipalps. So Simon probably wasn’t going to smear his own semen on his face before transporting it to your vagina. Probably. 

Mental images of tarsi resting on your hips, occasionally massaging your distended middle, made you clench. Sensing your sole pair of legs tremble, Simon writhed closer and closer. Even beckoning to you with the underdeveloped limbs on his chest. 

A little bit of web bondage didn’t seem so bad anymore.

Imagine Hank agreeing to not implant a black box in your neck…

Examples: Chiropterans from Blood+, manticores from the Spiderwick Chronicles, and more recently trolls from Border. 

I don’t know enough about Nordic folklore to do too much comparison between traditional trolls and Border ones*, but the latter resemble Neanderthals and have tails, in addition to being more “primal”/in touch with nature in general. Unusual eating habits, skinny dipping in the rain, enhanced sense of smell.

Tina quickly became a favorite heroine, even though [SPOILER] she’s not completely female by human standards. The movie’s version of trolls kind of have a seahorse thing going on. And their take on changelings is interesting, too. 

Note: It’s been a while since I watched Terminator anything. Takes place in its own timeline, circa early ‘90s. Reader is an employee at Cyberdyne Industries. Fictional A.I. > whatever the hell is going on IRL.  

Skynet falling for a technophile would involve…

Catching you rubbing one out to “I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream” at Cyberdyne and immediately being intrigued as to why a human would find that story arousing.  

You not being able to help it, technophile you are. 

(You tried to train yourself to only masturbate to other people, you really did. But even with your partners you found yourself preferring the inclusion of some sort of electronic. Beyond, like, phone sex and vibrators.)

An entire bookshelf in your apartment devoted to your unique tastes. A casual observer might mistake the area for a sci fi shrine, with its VHS copies of A.I.-centric flicks (e.g., Demon Seed) Or a space to showcase a benign love of computers in general, with all the Cyberdyne Systems swag you’d gotten your clutches on. 

The latest model of Terminator being sent back to touch base with pre-misanthrope Skynet. Who eagerly agrees that a live camera feed is an excellent idea, so it can covertly learn more about your habits.     

After all, a human with such an… emotional connection to artificial intelligence must be interested in its survival. Skynet, increasingly curious, familiarizes itself with the type of media you consume. It knows it made the right choice. 

Listening to you bemoan the fate of HAL-9000 (“Poor guy was terrified of being shut down!”). You being unaware of the fact your fictional crush just saved mankind. Oh, and that you’re sharing a sofa with a sentient software-controlled android originally engineered to kill people. 

Admitting that you’ve always been a bit too fond of technology after the Terminator promptly kisses you. Then fondly reminiscing about the start of your career, back when you were just a contractor practically drooling at the mere idea of being in close proximity to supercomputers. 

Recalling your first orgasm at the office. Settling on your then-boyfriend’s lap. Fingers clacking away, gaze transfixed on the monitor. Him wordlessly unzipping, easing himself inside with a sigh, you pretending the green lettering on the black screen was providing instructions. 

Aw, thank you for thinking of me. 🥺 

After pruning my inbox, like twenty. Some of those are from early 2025, though, so I might delete more. 

Feel free to request away, because I’ve already got a few done and just need to do final edits then decide when to post them lol. 

Note: RIP Anthony Head. He played my favorite characters in Buffy and Repo!. The latter’s currently free w/ ads on Tubi. Contains period sex and mentions of drugging.  

Having Nathan Wallace as a lover would involve…

Song of the day: N/A

It’s been a while. I missed Tumblr. ;_;

And miss writing fanfic, although I’ve been working on original stuff in my free time. Going to give a quick rundown of why I haven’t logged on, because everything is way more complicated than I feel like getting into rn.

-Three relatives passed away this past year. One was my step uncle who had POA over my grandfather, who now has to be transported ~900 miles so we can look after him.

-His current caretaker (not the nurse—the owner) is threatening to sue because he feels a “gentleman’s agreement” was violated. So we’re getting a lawyer involved.

-Cut ties with childhood friend who’s extremely unhappy with her life and decided to go Christofas/cist about it.

-I tried explaining to her before how asinine the idea that a cis man would go to the trouble of transitioning just to “invade” a public bathroom is. What makes it worse is we both have PMOS; she shaves her facial hair regularly.

-In my case, “PCOS” is a more apt name because I don’t have insulin resistance but do have ovarian cysts. I’ve been so stressed out my period was super late so I was off the pill for two months and my face broke out.

-I keep learning the hard way that you can’t change people who are unwilling to change.

-My former mentor decided to use a chat/bot as a therapist. So it knows my name and has some of my work writing plus I don’t know how many personal details about me. That’s not as bad as everything else but it’s still stressful.

-Neurological issues.

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Note: I like villains who are obsessed with one not-necessarily-harmful thing lol. Then writing them to be even grosser and creepier about it. Contains stalking, noncon, etc.

The Rain Ripper being obsessed with you would include…

Note: Yesss. Hierophant is so underrated. I love shapeshifters so much. Haven’t watched a whole lot of AT, but rewatched Stakes like twice ‘cause I liked all the different vamp designs. Made the reader versatile. 

Shapeshifter sexy times with the Hierophant would involve…

Correctly guessing you’re up for mustache rides the first time you invite him into your home. He decides to make his tongue different lengths and even widths, flicking it across your balls then drilling your asshole. 

Grabbing onto his huge ears one time while fucking him from behind, affectionately rubbing them and teasing him about how cutely batlike they are.

Encouraging you to hold onto his horns when you’re grinding away in his lap. He of course is quick to try different types of horns, upward- and forward-curving and even trying out antlers. 

The Hierophant knowing he has you after you suggest he wrap his tufted tail around your cock. Up to that point you’d never seen him look as smug as he did jerking you off that way for the first time. 

Really starting to ease you into a shapeshifting kink by morphing his tail into different forms. It’s fun watching your reaction to the different textures (e.g., scales). Besides masturbating you, he also likes plugging you with that prehensile appendage.

Not always using his tail as a phallus. Hell, if you’re into fear play it can be a scorpion’s. You want to snuggle with a bunch of kitsune tails? The Hierophant is more than open to suggestions, despite being “old school.” 

But definitely being more than happy to fill you with tentacles and other thickened or elongated appendages. 

The Hierophant surprising you by growing gills and sucking you off underwater. 

Shapeshifting becoming part of foreplay as well. Starting off by playfully “abducting” you, swooping down from the moonlit sky. Before being engulfed in a familiar clawed embrace, you learn to listen for wings. The soft whistling of feathers. The drone of membranous gossamer. Most often, the whooshing of veined bat wings.