I write reader insert fanfic. I will probably post non reader fics as well, but I am mostly taking reader insert requests.
Fandoms:
- SCP foundation/ security breach (literally please give me ideas I love writing scp shit)
- MHA (nothing weird with children obv. only adult characters and cannon adult students from manga)
- COD
Will write:
male and gender neutral reader
character x reader (romantic or otherwise)
smut
violence
psychologically wack shit
fluff and all that chill stuff
Will NOT write:
shit with minors
hardcore triggering stuff (assault, r*pe, ect.)
pregnancy
certain intense kinks (incest, cnc, ect. )
f!reader
afab anatomy (smut) -- I can totally write for characters/readers that are afab, but I just don’t know how to write smut with them and I don’t want to misrepresent
I am a full time uni student so requests might take a bit.
Just finished my first year at university!! Expect more writing sooooonnnnn
And yes, I will be working on a lot of requests this summer so if you have made a request and haven’t seen it yet, I swear I will get to it soon (unless it falls outside of my guidelines)
Now that I am much more open, feel free to send more requests!
Before you, even during the rare moments of silence he was gifted, he was far from relaxed. It made his skin crawl with the need to pop the bubble of stillness that was closing in on him. He didn’t like it, and was often the reason it didn’t last very long.
This was why he was so confused by his desire to be close to you.
Bakugou's life was loud. His quirk was quite literally explosive, causing many problems, including the small devices he had nestled in his ears whenever he wasn’t training.
Bakugou’s friends were loud; Kirishima, despite how much he loved the guy, was a lot to be around sometimes, Denki was annoying, and even Mina got on his nerves occasionally. Midoriya, always buried in his notes and completely unaware of the world around him, mumbled to himself at what would normally be an average speaking volume. The two got along much better now, but that habit still drove him crazy.
Bakugou’s family was loud. At least his father knew when to shut up, but that was only as a result of his mom’s constant screaming.
It was obvious to everyone that you brought Bakugou the first bit of true peace he had ever experienced. He chose to remain wholly unaware of the effect you had on him.
Before you, even during the rare moments of silence he was gifted, he was far from relaxed. It made his skin crawl with the need to pop the bubble of stillness that was closing in on him. He didn’t like it, and was often the reason it didn’t last very long.
This was why he was so confused by his desire to be close to you.
You were quiet, preferring comfortable silence to forced conversation, often busying yourself with drawing or reading with headphones on. It was everything that usually would have caused an anxiety spike, yet he was more often than not by your side as you sketched or turned the pages of your newest borrow from the campus library.
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One cool, spring morning, he found himself at a small table, watching you read from where he lay his head atop his crossed arms on the table. You had welcomed him with a smile and small wave as he approached, gesturing towards the seat across from you. There were no loud or enthusiastic greetings, no sarcastic shock at seeing him around others without caving in their skulls, and most importantly, no expectations. He knew it was a simple offer that carried no threat if he were to reject your invitation. It was a suggestion made by a friend with no ulterior motives, and Bakugou couldn’t recall a time he had said no to you.
You turned the pages of your book slowly, as though trying to absorb every word, and Bakugo wondered what music played in your headphones. Was it something soft to help you focus? Your favorite metal band? Something that made you want to move and dance with every beat? He liked guessing, and today he supposed it wasn’t music at all; waves gently rolling against your ear drums as they danced with the sand.
At one point you paused to pointedly flatten a dog-eared page, your lips pulling into a slight frown at the damage from a past loan.
Bakugou wondered if you knew that there were several cherry petals in your hair, and whether you would look at him weirdly if he reached out to brush them from your crown.
You were the first time that silence was comfortable for Bakugou. It allowed him to match your breathing and contemplate how it affected your heartbeat. Was yours prominent? If he rested his hand at the side of your neck, how long would it take for the rhythm of his own to slow to match yours?
He was suddenly aware of your gaze on him, ears tinting pink at the soft smile that pulled at your features.
“Bakugou?”
“Katsuki,” he corrected, voice slightly husky from how little he had used it during the past few hours. Wait, hours? When had it been that long?
You mimicked him, and his name falling from your lips caused him to jolt, nearly shooting upright. He focused hard on slowly rising from his relaxed position.
“You have something on your mind,” he stated.
“Mina approached me this morning.”
Katsuki raised an eyebrow and waited for you to continue.
“To be honest, I was surprised to see her up and out of the dorms; she usually sleeps until around eleven. Well, as far as I know, she’s officially on campus at eleven…”
“You don’t call her Ashido,” he interrupted sharply, choosing to ignore how well you seemed to know her schedule and instead focus on the name you used.
You blinked in slight shock at the harshness in his tone.
Shit.
“She asked me to,” you said, tone slightly defensive. “We were partners for a group project last term.”
Katsuki made an effort to keep his voice level, “That’s how you know her schedule.”
You nodded, discomfort fading from your face as his anger did.
“You had something to say. I interrupted you.” That was the closest anyone would get to a casual apology from Katsuki Bakugou.
You smiled at his admission, “Oh, right! I saw Mina and she said something kind of weird.”
Katsuki went back to resting his head on crossed arms as you continued, his eyes sliding shut as the morning became brighter.
“She thought it was weird how quiet you are around me,”one of his eyes opened and looked at you intently, “Well, actually she said ‘calm’, but that’s beside the point.”
“And?”
“It got me thinking. I don't bore you too much, do I?” you asked, doubt clouding your expression.
His other eye opened, and he leveled his gaze with yours, “Why would you be too boring?”
You laughed nervously, “I don't know, it just seems like you’re always going, going, going, and I just… exist.”
“I know,” he buried his face back in his arms. “I like it,” he muttered, just loud enough for you to hear.
You reached across the table to gently push back the hair that fell over his eyes. He didn't open them but mumbled, “What’re you doing…”
You sighed, smiling, “Just wanted to see your face.”
Katsuki felt the tip of his ears warm ferociously. “Whatever.”
Hey so do you ever get a request for a yandere SCP-035 x male reader but you’re not in the mood to write in second person so you decide to make the reader an SCP so you come up with one that doesn’t exist but then your story would be much better if you had an article about him to reference so you write one and then you realize it has all of the requirements of an SCP article so now you’re just working on publishing an actual SCP article on the official SCP wiki?
TWs: cursing, death threats, stalking (TWs and tags will be updated along the way)
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Reader takes on the role of someone most often referred to as "the man" who has become the league's newest recruitment target. Dominant, unshakable, and kind of an asshole; the man is nothing but secrets.
Dabi calls him Fishhook. Toga calls him needle. Shigaraki calls him trouble wrapped up in a handsome, easily digestible package. How many nicknames are there for one heavily pierced man? Let's find out.
quirk:
Liquid Metal -- the ability to manipulate metal as though it is liquid or moldable when in physical contact with said metal
reader works at a tattoo and piercing parlor and is described as having many piercings, including angel fangs, a middle lower lip ring, an industrial bar, a helix, and a central tongue piercing as well as numerous unspecified ear piercings.
Chapter 1 -- "first encounter"
The night air was cold, and the slightly damp wood of the bench caused goosebumps to prickle across the man’s skin. He rubbed his palms up and down his arms quickly, trying to smooth away the discomfort.
“…and that’s why it was really hard because–”
“You need to go home.”
His friend bristled at his cold tone and stared with a hurt expression, the sides of their lips tugged downwards as their eyes narrowed.
He steeled, running a hand through his hair as he rushed to correct himself. “I apologize, let me try that again.” He did his best to put all his focus on the person in front of him, not allowing his gaze to wander to the object of his sudden anxiety.
They nodded, so he continued, “What I meant to say was “It’s getting pretty late, and I just remembered that I have to meet with a friend on my way home to help with some piercing care.” ”
Satisfied, his friend nodded and stood, brushing off any dirt that could have gotten stuck to them from sitting on the wet bench.
Dabi smirked, looking smugly at his heavily pierced target. He was unable to hear most of what the two were saying, but he accurately interpreted that the man would be alone soon. If he wasn’t going to be too much of a pain in the ass, Dabi might actually deem him fuckable.
He watched as the larger of the two ordered his friend an uber, ignoring their insistence that they could walk home or at least pay him back.
Once the friend had left, Dabi took several steps towards the other man, not bothering to hide the crunch of his boots on the gravel of the path. Without turning to face him, the other quickly pulled out his phone, and the flame user was about to react when the man finally spoke, tone dry and cold.
“Chill out, man, I’m not calling the cops. I’m texting my friend to make sure they got home safe.”
Dabi’s movements stilled. He had never been talked to like that by a civilian. Maybe he didn’t know who he was?
He was proven somewhat correct when his target finally pocketed his phone and turned around.
Wide eyes met Dabi’s. His lip quirked, satisfied with the more typical reaction. That’s more like it.
Then he rolled his eyes and Dabi fought to keep the confident smirk on his face as the others’ returns to one of practiced neutrality. He looked almost bored.
“So, you’re the creep that’s been lurking in the shadows. Care to elaborate?”
Now he let the overconfidence fall away as he glared in annoyance.
“You’re coming with me, or my friends will be paying your friend a nice little visit,” he practically growled.
His eyebrows rose, but nodded, taking a step forward to walk beside the villain as he led him out of the park, Dabi’s hands at his sides despite them normally being shoved into his pockets.
After several minutes of silence, the man broke the tension, “It was kinda fucken stupid that you let me do that, I could have been sending a distress signal for all you know.”
Dabi’s expression hardened and he snatched the phone.
There was no text for help, only a smirk reflected in the glass of the screen.
Want more? Want the SMUT??? Read here: they call him fishhook
here's more until I can write again. enjoy my promotional posting for now lol
I have gotten a request for a written part 3 for this model!dabi x goth!reader post
I don't really do traditional writing, BUT I am a beta reader for @i-write-bad and he has written several mha fics (mostly male reader for those interested) and if that is what is wanted, I’m gonna see if I can get him to write us a part 3 with my ideas!! vote below
part 3????
recruit @i-write-bad for a WRITTEN part 3 (almost guaranteed to be NSFW)
continue w/ smau (social media posts and text exchanges)
no need for part 3, it had a good stopping point
Voting ended onMay 2
thank you for all the support recently!! it means a lot
After several minutes of silence, the man broke the tension, “It was kinda fucken stupid that you let me do that, I could have been sending a distress signal for all you know.”
Dabi’s expression hardened and he snatched the phone.
There was no text for help, only a smirk reflected in the glass of the screen.
--or--
Fishhook is a normal man with a normal job running an underground tattoo shop. Sure, some of his clients happen to be Yakuza members, and sure, a couple are part of the Eight Bullets, but that’s none of his business. He just wants the money.
Unfortunately, Shigaraki believes that the identities of his clients are absolutely Fishhook’s business. Great. Now he’s being kidnapped.
want to fuck with the league? want to fuck the league? i gotchu
For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Aizawa and a male reader with bondage and orgasms please? In the fic, Aizawa signs up for a free bondage session for a whole night in a love hotel. The reader is a worker assigned to him where he strips Aizawa, ties up and gags him and prepares to have him orgasm all night. You can decide on the intimate acts between them as long as Aizawa is kept cloth gagged the whole time. What do you think?
Aizawa x Male Professional Dom Reader
NSFW Part 1
The man rose and strode over to him, gesturing to lift his chin with two fingers, “So obedient, and I haven’t even touched you.”
Aizawa’s eyes widened. So much for not appearing dominant.
Hero work was fucking exhausting. Sometimes sleeping wasn't enough to shut off his mind: dreams plagued with images of his students in pieces and his coworkers turning their backs in his time of need. His mind was out of control and his thoughts were far too loud.
This was how Aizawa found himself seeking the services of a professional dom.
He was slightly embarrassed and didn’t really know what to expect, but most of his concerns were addressed when he communicated the situation.
The man whose job it was to take his mind off of the world had gestured for him to sit in a plush chair by a crackling fireplace. He soon joined, settling across from him in another luxurious armchair. His posture was relaxed and comfortable, “Based on what you have told me, I wanted to have a sit down conversation without the influence of any hormones or power imbalances.”
Aizawa nodded for him to continue.
“I wanted to get a full understanding of your expectations and boundaries for the night as well as communicate my own. In terms of myself, and I'm sure you are already aware, but I will be the dominant partner during our encounters. I specialize in typical bondage and discipline sex work, which can include bondage and other restrictive practices like gags and blindfolds, as well as physical services that take on an active role. Are there any boundaries or preferences I should be aware of?”
Aizawa took several moments to go over the information before responding, “I think I feel comfortable with you planning out what happens as long as I'm told before it does. I’m not used to this sort of thing, so starting slow would be nice,” he tried to smile, but his nerves turned his attempt into a grimace.
“Of course. In order to best empty that mind of yours, I plan to restrain you, and depending on your volume, gag you. Before anything happens, I will show you how to communicate to me whether things get to be too much. Do I have your permission to begin?” The man reclined as he spoke, showing off more of his figure and smiling sweetly when he caught Shouta staring. He didn’t appear all that dominant, but Shouta knew not to underestimate based on appearance or mannerisms.
He nodded, then confirmed verbally when all he received was a raised eyebrow.
The man rose and strode over to him, gesturing to lift his chin with two fingers, “So obedient, and I haven’t even touched you.”
Shouta's eyes widened. So much for not appearing dominant. He felt his cheeks heat, and averted his gaze, only for his chin to be gripped and redirected to the man’s face.
“Most don’t expect much from me, despite paying for the services of a professional Master,” he again smiled sweetily, but his client shivered at the flash of power behind his intense gaze.
The hand on his chin slid down and rested gently at the base of his throat as the man leaned forward to place a knee between his legs, several inches too low for his liking.
His voice came out in a husky drawl next to his ear, “You sure seem to enjoy the idea of me being your master,” a glance down, “A lot.”
sorry it took me so long! uni has been kicking my ass >:(
I will get the second part out at some point I swear. calculus 2 specifically is taking up all of my time it is so hard (╥﹏╥)
blah blah my yapping aside, I hope you like it so far!
