I wanted more transmasc (or at the very least gender neutral) reader insert fics/headcanons/imagines for my faves. Guess I have to write them, don't I? Requests: OPEN but on hiatus || Mostly fluff. || 18+ tag is #nokidsallowed Multifandom blog - check pinned post for characters.
I mostly write fluff, but also write smut - those posts will have warnings on them and will be 18+
Inbox is open for requests:
fics/drabble
headcanons
imagines/scenarios
you can also infodump about the weird character-related dreams you've been plagued with like some sickly victorian-era nobleman
I am willing to write romantic (❤️), platonic (🌼), or dark (💀) content for my faves:
Darkiplier (markiplier)❤️
Karl Heisenberg (re8)❤️
Kars [potentially the other pillarmen too] (jjba)❤️🌼
Kakyoin (jjba)🌼
Jotaro (jjba)🌼
Bruno (jjba)❤️
Leone (jjba)❤️
Risotto (jjba)❤️
Cullen Rutherford (dragon age inquisition)❤️
Kurama/Yoko Kurama (yyh)❤️🌼
Julian Devorak (arcana)❤️
Rire (btd)❤️💀
Strade (btd)💀
Eddie Gluskin (Outlast: Whistleblower)💀
Bucky (mcu)❤️
Loki (mcu)❤️🌼
Geralt [Eskel is a fave too but I haven't played the games yet & what they did to him in the show is a travesty so idk if I actually can write for him] (witcher)❤️🌼
Shunsui (bleach)❤️
Ukitake (bleach)❤️
Michael Langdon (ahs:a)❤️💀
Elder Prince Lorian (ds3)❤️💀
Younger Prince Lothric (ds3)❤️💀
More faves can and will be added as I think of them
I am willing to write platonic (probably only headcanons tho) for characters connected to my faves.
Wanna request a character but you're not sure if I'll write for them? Go ahead and send it in, worst case I'll turn it down.
Imagine smoking weed with Sandor Clegane to help him relax for once
His hand shakes each time he holds a lot match or waits (im)patiently for you to light it for him.
"I have an idea," you say, the smoke already clearing some of your inhibitions as you take a large pull into your mouth, leaning forward and hovering very close to Sandor's lips. He's frozen, not sure of what your plans are, until your lips meet and you exhale the fresh smoke into his mouth.
I was supposed to go to the fair this summer, but it didn't work out. So i imagined myself going to the fair with Bucky instead
You both get wristbands for unlimited rides
He insists on winning you a prize from one of the carnival games
You suggest he do the one where you shoot around a little star on a piece of paper
He thought that would be too easy for him (ok Mr sharpshooter)
It takes him a few frustrating tries before he figures out the trick to winning. You tell him it's alright, he doesn't need to spend the money, but he's determined
He also insists on carrying the oversized stuffed animal he won for you
You get to carry the snacks
Bucky is a bit of a thrill seeker at heart, so he practically begs you to ride the Zipper with him
He's so cute when he's excited. How could you say no?
The two of you walk off the ride dizzy and giggling, leaning on each other as you stumble towards the next ride
You spend a good portion of the night there, laughing and riding every ride you see
"It's nice to see him so happy" you find yourself thinking, as the two of you leave the fair, worn out and with sore cheeks from smiling so much
If you do this with my fics, or anyone's fics, please know I HATE you. I hate you more than every troll comment, every "your writing sucks kys" comment, every "update soon" comment. I hate you. Other authors hate you. If you want my fic, you either WAIT for it or you pay me for it. And if you won't do one of those things, you don't deserve my fic or anyone else's.
little snippet to see if i can still write, haha
requests are still open, come be soft about Bucky and Loki in my inbox
“You ok?” Bucky asked, giving your thigh a light squeeze when you didn’t immediately respond.
“Honestly? I’m not sure.” You replied with a small huff, “I know I’ve been kinda distant lately…” You had been withdrawn for a few days, not speaking much and opting to be on your own as much as possible. It had been an emotionally rough week and you were feeling drained, unfocused. You’d plopped down on the couch next to Bucky as soon as you got home, but you hadn’t said much of anything.
You sigh and readjust yourself so you’re facing him and stick out your arms for a hug. Bucky raises his eyebrow before he grins and leans forward to grab you and tug you to him with a quiet “C’mere”. You climb into his lap and listen to Bucky’s heartbeat as you lay on him. His hands idly run up and down your back as the two of you relax.
“I’m sorry I’m not ready to talk about it,” you mumble, embarrassed at how small your voice sounds.
Bucky responds by giving you a squeeze and kissing the top of your head, “Hey. No apologies. I mean it.”
“Just don’t check out on me like that, alright?” Another kiss to the top of your head.
“I’ll try,” You whisper, kissing his chest and clinging tighter to him.
kind of? i'd like to, but my anxiety hasn't been letting me write :/
might just force myself to try and write something - y'all got any deadpool and wolverine prompts/requests? wanna just come scream in my inbox about them? together or separate idc i'm just brainrotting over here
fuck it, Avengers Dead Dove Do Not Eat fic idea/outline
This is mainly an AU for my Avengers OC Desmond - he grew up in a lab and has a regenerative mutation because of it. In his main story/universe, Tony and Pepper unofficially adopt him and his life is able to finally turn around. The set up is the same here, except that Tony Stark is a Monster with Too Much Power
I can try and write it as an "x reader" fic if people want, but portions of it do hinge on Desmond and his own origin story, plus I'd need a beta reader to go through and swap pronouns over. Anyway here's some quick thoughts on the fic, laying down a little bit of groundwork as far as Desmond's situation goes. I can't guarantee I'll actually write it though hhhhh
TW: NON-CON (the focus is Desmond's sexual assault at the hands of Tony & Bruce), transphobia, and probably a whole load of other stuff if I do write it
DARKFIC – Tony x Desmond x Bruce
Non-con, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
Desmond is taken in by Tony around the same time [somewhere around Avengers2012?]
Because of all the tech and money Tony has provided SHIELD he’s gained too much freedom and power – no one is really able to stop him from doing what he wants, because he could rip away nearly all of SHIELD’s resources at this point
What Tony wants, in “adopting” Desmond, is a plaything (he also brings Bruce into it- he's in this weird limbo where he still joins Tony in assaulting Desmond, but he apologizes nearly the entire time, which makes Desmond feel worse)
Fury feels partly responsible for what Tony (and by extension Bruce) is doing to Desmond – he’s unable to do anything and the guilt eats at him - Fury's constant apologizing and trying to “make it up to him” just makes Desmond feel worse (are you noticing a trend)
Pepper is also trapped – first in her job and now in her marriage w/ Tony – she and Desmond, while living together and going through the same things, aren’t able to do anything to help each other, aside from sympathetic glances now and then (Tony doesn’t allow them together unsupervised maybe?)
Pepper tries to comfort Desmond when she can - by making him food or other small things. She genuinely cares about Desmond, but is really doing these small things for him so she doesn't have to think about her own suffering
Tony won't let Desmond get any of the gender affirming surgeries he wants - claims it's simply not possible with his healing abilities and won't let him talk about it past that - Tony really just wants more control over him (potential forced pregnancy?)
Tony does not allow Desmond to see Loki at all, so sadly that relationship never has a chance
Luckily though he does still meet Bucky - they keep their friendship a secret and Bucky really wants to do something about Desmond's situation but he can't without risking Desmond losing his one single solitary genuinely safe place (Bucky's room) so he's stuck just trying to comfort Desmond and be there to put him back together whenever he needs
Steve either does not notice all of this or he is in denial, so Desmond can't go to him (there has been at least one incident where Desmond felt safe enough to vent a bit to Steve - Tony knew everything by dinner that night, rip)
Steve's unwillingness or inability to see how awful Tony is towards Desmond and Pepper causes a rift between him and Bucky
Potential happy/bittersweet ending - Bucky somehow manages to help Desmond escape and they flee to.....idk somewhere. Maybe they're just on the run from then on. Maybe they go to Wakanda? Maybe Shuri and T'challa take them in and hide them?
I really want to try and find a way to work Loki into this, since he's such an important character in Desmond's canon universe, but idk how I'd go about doing that - unless!!!!! Thor finally catches wind of what's happening and offers to take Desmond to Asgard (Bucky too cause he's not leaving this poor guy all by himself). I guess that could still happen, but it could be like a failed escape attempt? And after that, Loki gets involved in trying to help Desmond or something? I'm hesitant to give Desmond more people who want to help - I feel like that makes it less dark? And if I write this thing I'm going whole-hog like it's gonna make me sick to write it I bet lmao someone help me
idk I haven't really thought about a coherent plot line, just this absolute nightmare scenario lmao
anyway if this sounds like something you'd wanna read please tell me!!! I have so many ideas for this but I don't wanna write and post it if nobody wants it, yknow?
*shakes bag of kibble* COME GET Y'ALL'S FOOD
Cahara x gn!reader
warnings: injury mention
other than that it's just some bittersweet fluff 💜
“S-sorry, I’m just…” you said softly, voice shaking as you let the sentence hang unfinished in the air.
Scared, Cahara knew. He understood why – these dungeons would be terrifying enough empty – too many sleepless nights (days? It was hard to tell now) spent running from hulking guards and things that looked human but refused to die even after their heads were cut off. It would wear anyone out.
You’d held out this entire time, moving ever forward using nothing but pure willpower to continue. It reminded him of the flowers he’d seen back home, growing through stone paths and buildings. A slow but unstoppable force from each flower, each leaf, adding to the pressure that would eventually crack those stones in half. You were strong – powerful – in your own quiet way, Cahara knew that. Admired it. Unfortunately….even as tough as you were, you weren’t built to endure this place. No one was.
“I know,” he said with a sad smile, extending his arm to you, “C’mere.”
Cahara barely had time to blink before you’d launched yourself into his lap, trembling arms wrapped around him as tight as they could go. He froze for a moment; startled by how quickly you’d moved (he sometimes forgot you could be so fast) his arms finally coming up to pull you in closer.
He hummed softly to you a while, a song from when he was young, lightly rocking the both of you as you tried to relax in what he hoped was a safe room. The two of you had gotten separated from Ragnvaldr and Enki one, no, two a few days ago and had been running since. You were visibly exhausted and Cahara worried you wouldn’t be able to run much longer.
With any luck, one of them would spot one of the markings Cahara had left around the dungeons, coded messages meant to guide them to one hiding place or another. Hopefully they’d find the right one. He huffed a quiet laugh into your hair as he pictured Enki angrily decoding each message they find, spurring Ragnvaldr onward so he could scold the two of you for getting so lost. That was one angry rant he’d be happy to listen to, he decided, as long as it meant you were all back together.
Cahara hugged you a little tighter, relieved that you seemed to be getting some rest. He tried - and failed - to stop his wince as he adjusted the bandages covering the mangled, bloody stump of his right wrist, one simple phrase repeating in his head.
y'all know the rules with BTD stuff: 18+ ONLY, no exceptions
Strade x transmale reader (nothing specific tho) we getting self indulgent tonight
gonna fuck the greasy man fuck yeah here we goooooo
first off this man is GROSS. NASTY. HORRIBLE.
don't expect him to smell nice you'll just be disappointed lmao
he drinks so much beer you're sure his mouth permanently tastes like the stuff
as horrified as you are by the idea, you think you might be becoming addicted to it
Strade is ROUGH in bed
i'm talking wrenching your arms backwards while his other hand presses into the back of your neck, leaning his weight onto you and forcing your face into the bed, leaving you to struggle for tiny breaths through one nostril
he will straight up fold your ass in half (you didn't even know your body could do that)
and one time he fucking threw you across the room-
no one can deny that Strade loves marking you up - just look at what he's done to Ren!
bruises, hickeys, perfect imprints of his teeth, scabbed over and sure to leave a scar
and the toys he brings into the bedroom?
ropes, handcuffs, gags, knives, lighters, duct tape and a plastic bag over your head, suffocating you and keeping you trapped on the verge of passing out as Strade ruts into you like a feral beast
the lewd groan he lets out when you clench around him nearly makes you cum right then and there
half the time Strade isn't fucking you, not really
he's simply using your body to get off. like some kind of living fucktoy
what's worse is he tends to fall asleep afterwards with alarming speed
sometimes right there on top of you, leaving you to rut desperately against him, crushed under his weight and still fully impaled on his slowly softening dick
sometimes you wake up to him fucking himself into you - seemingly still asleep himself
you're too delirious in your own half-asleep state to stop yourself from rolling your hips against his, whining softly when he presses himself in deeper. your eyes roll back as you spread your legs, allowing Strade's sleeping body to chase its own pleasure within yours. greedily you clench again, spurring his body to fuck a bit harder into you. you use his sleeping body just as he's used yours. and as you fall asleep, Strade's body still awkwardly moving against yours, seeking the friction you'd cruelly stopped giving him, you can't help the small smile that creeps its way onto your face
and this isn't even mentioning when Strade decides to include Ren, who's face makes a great seat
awww, thank you @lolmiau0101 ! (is my inbox still being weird? why does that thing hate me...)
i agree, the fanbase needs more writers!! come on, people! there's SO MUCH to work with - angst! smut! dark horrors beyond our comprehension, driving us all mad as some half-forgotten god slowly digests us!!!!!!!
Cahara x GN reader, no warnings
i'm a firm believer in pansexual & panromantic Cahara, so I don't see gender really factoring into how he feels about a person
his love languages are definitely acts of service and physical touch - and he actually loves clingy people so please glue yourself to his side 24/7 he will revel in it
the dungeons are a difficult and dangerous place to be, so he by no means expects you to be at your best
i think Cahara would actually prefer a partner who's more often in need of some kind of help - probably someone easily frightened or more timid
someone onto whom he could focus his own fear and concern and desperate need to protect (which he also does w/ the girl - he'd die for her - and you - so fast)
every time you shy away from a sudden noise, discreetly tucking your body behind his shoulder, he feels like his heart might burst
you could just as easily hide yourself behind Ragnvaldr, in fact that might be the better of the two options, but you chose him to protect you
you trust him
that's what really does him in
he'd also love someone he could easily fluster - Cahara's a massive and shameless flirt; nothing delights him more than getting a reaction out of someone
if he can get your cheeks to go pink or cause you to bashfully hide your face...all with one well-timed smirk or wink...
it makes him wonder what would happen if he snuck up behind you, crept in close to whisper in your ear....
how would you react?
would you trip over your words, stuttering through your reply?
would you be speechless?
how much could he get away with?
a lighthearted flirtatious comment, sure
a hand at your hip or small of your back while avoiding an unfortunate encounter with one of the many creatures roaming the dungeons, obviously
but how long would his eyes or hands get to linger, how direct could he be about hist flirting before you noticed, eyes widening as your face heats up...
would you lose yourself for a moment, body unconsciously leaning into him, heavy and warm against his own...?
he's lost himself in thought over it quite a bit
often enough that you notice - and if you make a teasing comment about his glazed over eyes and flushed cheeks?
he's unable to respond as his throat dries suddenly. he's sure his heart skips a beat
Idk any actual lore aside from what I've picked up in other fics but listen. I need to write something about Ramattra have you seen the man???
Ramattra x male reader (not specifically trans but that's implied in all my fics 💜)
You started worming your way into his life the moment you first cracked some dark joke about the state of humanity
He was initially curious - what would make a human turn on their own kind?
And, even more confusing, why were you still so kind to those around you - human and omnic alike?
It started as pure curiosity. A simple need to understand.
He started to....linger...near you at times, you could feel him watching you occasionally (every time you turned to catch him staring you'd find him focused on something else way in the distance)
It took more effort than he'd like to admit to stop his amused chuckle at the suspicious squint you'd always send his way
something something now you're dating so bonus thots™️ under the cut
SFW
Ramattra sometimes gives you his version of piggy back rides
It's really just you standing on his hips, arms draped around his neck for balance, watching over his shoulder as he goes about his day
He'll let you hang out there as long as you want tbh he likes being close to you
It's very silly to see but if Ramattra catches anyone laughing...... 😬😬
🔞NSFW🔞
Sometimes, Ramattra is amazed that you, a frail human, would put so much trust into him. That you'd feel safe with him in your most vulnerable moments. He was an Omnic built for war, not-
The thought makes him weak when he's knuckle-deep in you
Though you writhe and pant under him, gripping the sheets until your own knuckles turn white, strangled cries escaping your open mouth while you teeter on the edge of release
Though you haven't even touched him yet
Somehow, Ramattra is just as much of a mess as you are
He feels as though he's trembling, terrified of hurting you (part of him still scoffing at his own concern for a human)
He's so focused on your reactions he swears he can feel your heart beating in his own chest
If you were able to hear anything over your own sounds, you'd notice the once-soft whirring of fans within Ramattra's body has gotten much louder, vents opening on his back to release hot air
He's desperate, touching you as though he'll find his own release through yours
You reach up, intent on dragging his face down to you, but Ramattra beats you to it, burying himself in the crook of your neck
When you finally do tip over the edge - back arching high off the bed as your head flies back with a startled cry - the deep groan that rumbles in your ear and against your chest makes you think he might actually have come undone just from touching you
The thought sends you over the edge a second time, legs locked and trembling around his arm
This one's for the gays and the goths [but mainly the two who replied to my earlier post ily]
Enki Ankarian x male reader, just some fluff and....idk building a bit of a background for Enki and reader? Tbh I just opened tumblr and started writing lmao
Thinking about Enki
While exploring the dungeons together, Enki, for reasons known only to him, found himself caring for you
'Not love' he'd tell himself
'I'm not capable of love' he'd repeat to himself, a mantra to drown out that part of him that worried about you
The part of him that lost precious moments of sleep, not wanting to drop his guard and leave you defenseless. Vulnerable. Alone.
He'd scoff at the passing thought that he'd be lonely without you.
Him. Enki Ankarian. Lonely
Embarrassing at best
A potential weakness, leading him into another horrific death at worst. A weakness that, he'd tell himself, he should have thrown out the day he met you
When you'd come running into the room, scrambling around bookshelves, papers scattering on the floor in your wake - obviously something was on your tail. He'd sat there a moment, frustration growing, before sighing and closing his book. He crossed the room in a few graceful strides, stopping at the doorway, preparing a fresh ward. Just in case.
After one lazy scan of the room, Enki had decided to ignore you, plopping himself back down in a chair and opening three books simultaneously
When you'd finally crept back out of the small maze of bookshelves at the back of the room, you'd done something that surprised him
You'd quietly looked around the room, grabbing a book and deciding on a chair about as far away from both himself and the door as you could. You didn't stare or - thank the gods - try to talk to him. Aside from a couple subtle glances at him as you sat down, you didn't acknowledge him (finally, some fuckin manners! lmao)
That must have been it, he'd think to himself. Those first quiet days spent reading and sketching in journals, never exchanging more than a subtle polite nod
He'd gotten used to you simply existing around him
So when you suddenly spoke to him as he was about to move on deeper in the dungeons in search of more knowledge - voice quiet and rough from disuse, asking begging to go with him - "I'm terrified. I won't make it more than a day or two on my own....." - he already knew his answer
Even before you pierced something in his chest with your half-whsipered "please"
Pausing in the doorway, Enki had rolled his eyes and heaved out a sigh, looking as though he were contemplating killing you then and there
"Hurry up and get your things, then"
You'd immediately leapt to your feet, gathering your meager belongings and joining him by the door
He tried for days to get the image of your smile - bright, genuine - out of his head
fic idea i just had. idk if i'll write it myself, but anyone is free to use this idea - i just request that they all be post Azkaban!Sirius
sirius black x reader
Sirius, in his animagus/dog form: sitting on the couch whining for attention
reader, increasingly annoyed (good natured about it tho): use your words you fucking nerd *grabs him by the snoot and shakes him around. his tail is reaching mach 5*
reader goes back to whatever they were doing
dog!sirius makes more noises for attention
reader, deadpan “if u don’t start using your words, I will start ignoring you”
turns around to ignore him
Sirius, immediately shifting back, latching onto reader and giving them the saddest face, “you wouldn’t do that…..would you?” (drama queen smh)
i'm not saying i 100% will, but what if i started writing for some fear and hunger characters? it would be almost entirely the male characters w/ male/nb reader - would anyone even be interested in that?
