Headcanons about Heisenberg getting head. Not much else to be said here.
Pairings:
Karl Heisenberg x Male!Reader
Warnings:
Sexually explicit (obviously), the reader has no physical description but I always refer to the reader in masculine or neutral terms
Wordcount:
577
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First, let’s talk about his dick. Uncut, 7.5 inches, and THICK. Intimidating at first, but you learn to manage it.
He’s easy to work up and quick to finish. Heisenberg has gone a very long time without so much as a gentle touch, so can you really blame him? However! He has crazy stamina and can easily go multiple rounds.
He would prefer to set the pace, especially if you haven’t known each other long yet. Giving up that control requires a lot of trust from him. But he’s downright pathetic once he finally gives in.
This man is fucking loud. He has absolutely no shame and holds nothing back. At first, alternating between animalistic growls and muttering the filthiest things you’ve ever heard.
“Ha! You look good on your knees.”
“Fuck– just like that. Good boy.”
“Don’t be shy, sweetheart, I know you can take it all.”
But when he gets close, he quickly devolves into a desperate and whimpering mess. For once, he's not running his mouth. Instead, he’s much more focused on the overwhelming pleasure.
“Please– keep going. I’m so close.”
You can hear soft whines in between the pleading and moaning.
And when he finally cums? He fully snarls out your name.
You get little warning, but the way his entire body tenses and his thighs tremble tells you enough. He completely loses himself when he finishes. Roughly entangling a hand in your hair and fucking your throat to milk himself dry.
Swallowing is the only option when you give him head. And he’ll make sure you don’t waste a single drop. It’s certainly an adjustment at first, his repressed ass cums a lot. (And he somehow always has more to give.)
He’s messy before you even get down to it. Profusely leaking precum even before you touch him. Soaking through his pants and creating a blatantly obvious wet spot across his crotch.
If you don’t realize you've gotten him riled up? Then he’ll help you figure it out. He’s not above humping your leg like a dog and smearing the mess up your thigh.
Or, alternatively. If you’ve been teasing him, knowing damn well he’s been painfully hard for ages now. Then he’s forcing you to your knees and shoving your face into his crotch.
“Look at what you’re doing to me.”
“How about you give me a hand, pretty boy?”
If you play with his slit with your tongue, he’ll end up practically pissing precum while shuddering violently. He’s hella sensitive and goes feral for overstimulation.
Speaking of overstimulation. Keep going after he cums! He fucking loves it and will 100% squirt down your throat.
Heisenberg never expects you to give him head. But damn, is he obsessed with it. He’s obsessed with you, of course. But more than that— getting head makes him feel dominant, powerful, like he owns you.
He’s always down to receive oral anytime and anywhere. While he’s working? He’ll set up a comfortable spot under his desk for you. While he’s sleeping? Go for it! Nothing better than waking up to your warm mouth wrapped around his length.
This is also the most effective way to fix his mood. If he’s ever particularly stressed or frustrated, getting his dick sucked is a surefire way to chill him out. Whether it’s from a failed project, arguing with Dimitrescu, or getting ordered around by Mother Miranda. All will be forgotten the moment you get on your knees.
hey everyone! I started this fic a really long time ago, and decided to re-write it for a different player! Let me know if you have any requests and/or feedback :)
Feel free to use this idea for a fic if you're interested; I have no problem with re-using ideas.
Disclaimer
I wrote this story with a trans male insert because I, myself, am a trans dude, and there hasn’t been a whole lot of content in this fandom for trans men.
Backstory
Y/N worked for an NWSL team post-grad, as a social media assistant and decided to hop across the pond to work for Arsenal WFC, after being offered a job as their primary content creator and media person.
Y/N’s POV
I met Alessia while working in Arsenal’s Public Relations Department. I had just moved on from an entry-level position at Bay FC with little to no idea what type of world I was stepping into. Armed with a passion for sports and storytelling, my job was to run the social media accounts, and help craft stories that captivated fans and media members alike. What I didn’t realize at the time, is that my story would be worth telling someday, too.
It was my first media day working for Arsenal, and I was totally freaking out. I mean, this was my dream, one that I had fought tooth and nail for. I had never dared to imagine this possibility, but here I was, and I felt woefully unprepared.
Get it together (Y/N)! We worked so hard to get here, and we got this. The board believes in us, and so do I!! You wanted so badly to have a fresh start, and here it is.
I went over to the players and introduced myself, "Hey everyone, my name's (Y/N), my pronouns are he/him, and I'm your new PR guy." A lot of the players seemed stunned, probably because I'm a guy working for an WSL team, so I decided to clear some things up. “I’m also a proud trans man who knows that the future is female, especially in sports. I’ll be mainly working with the photographers and videographers to get content for our socials, but I’m here if you need anything.”
Alessia’s POV
After Y/N walked away I was still captivated.
“He’s a cute one,” said Leah.
“Definitely,” I replied emphatically.
“He could be just what the doctor ordered, with your recent breakup and everything,” added Lotte
“He’s easy on the eyes, that’s for sure,” Alessia responded while looking at you as you walked away from the team, ”Let’s just hope he isn’t too full of himself….”
Y/N’s POV
It’s been over a month since I introduced myself to the players, and I can’t get Alessia Russo out of my head. She’s been flirting with me since we met, but I can barely function in her presence, not to mention I literally work for the team. Before I can get too in my head about it, I get a call from my buddy Alex.
“Hey (Y/N/N)! How’s the new job going?”
“It’s going well,” I replied, “I think I have a crush on one of the players though…”
“I fail to see the problem bro,” said Alex.
“You are a hot eligible bachelor, and any girl would be lucky to have you. You even told me that two of the players are together, so workplace dating is obviously not a problem.”
“Yeah, but I’m not trying to deal with another Karen incident!” I exclaimed.
Karen was a close friend of mine in college who really fucked me over. I managed her campaign for Student Body President, and when she found out I had a crush on her she flipped out and cut me off, only after she won the election. She ignored me for weeks following her win, and when we finally spoke about what had happened, she told me she thought it was best that we ‘keep it professional.’ To add insult to injury, all of our mutual friends decided I wasn’t worth sticking around for. I tried to take the high road and didn’t tell anyone my side of things until it was too late and they had already taken her side.
“How long are you going to let Karen control your life? You can’t keep giving other people your power, bro.”
I knew that he wasn’t wrong, but I wasn’t ready to let go of the past.
“Yeah, but this girl is so out of my league it’s unbelievable. Not to mention, I’m pretty sure she has a girlfriend!”
“You sure about that Y/N?”
“Not entirely, but why would she date a loser like me when she has her pick of almost every queer athlete?”
Much to my chagrin, I was not athletic by any means, which was definitely an insecurity of mine. Deep down, I still felt like the sad, closeted, insecure kid with no friends from Middle and High School, despite all of my work in therapy.
“You may not be athletic, but you’re super kind and loyal as fuck. Trust me when I say that what you think you may lack in physical appearance pales in comparison to the type of person you are. You’re full of green flags— except for your inability to take a good selfie, which most people who know you happen to find endearing. Face it Y/N, the only thing that’s standing in your way is you. You control your own destiny, and you my friend are a catch; remember that.” Said Alex
“Thanks for hyping me up, my guy. I’m definitely going to talk to my therapist about this.” I said.
“As you should, Y/N! I’m here for you if you need anything, and I’m only one call away. You got this homie.”
I ended the call and reflected upon Alex’s advice.
Everything you want is in reach and ripe for the taking, you got this Y/N, I thought to myself.
I meant to post this yesterday but I got busy with the Hear Me Out and didn't have time
Generally since this fic is being posted on AO3 and tumblr it will get posted to tumblr about a day after it's posted on AO3
Word Count: 2,534
Trigger Warnings: Themes of Grief, panic attack, and mental illness
The moving truck rumbles over the gravel driveway. Spider barks excitedly on the seat next to him, maybe she remembers this place. The old rustic cabin was a bit of a fixer upper. There were visible cobwebs hanging from under the deck. The place was secluded, and it’d been a while since someone lived here. It would need some cleaning but from the outside there appeared to be no real damage to the house. The yard also needed to be mowed a bit, at least some around the house, so it was walkable. It was taller than Spider, and he was sure the second he opened the door he would lose her in the undergrowth.
With a sigh, he got out of the truck, leaving the driver's side door open for Spider. She yips wagging her tail which makes her whole back shake. She does a little hop onto the center console, then another little hop down onto the driver's seat. The truck was too high up for her to jump out by herself, so she stared at him yipping and wagging. He lets out a soft, breathless laugh at her adorable face. He lifts her little body up until she is at eye level with him. She stops yipping but her tail keeps wagging. He brings her close and nuzzles his face against hers. “I love you my silly spih der.” He says in his pet voice.
He sets her down at his feet to let her run off and do her business. He wasn’t too worried about her getting fleas or ticks in the tall grass. He’d gotten her a flea collar knowing she’d be more likely to get bugs from their new proximity to the wilderness. It would need to be replaced in a couple of months, and he would need to check later to make sure it was working, but he wasn’t worried. At least about the bugs. He was a bit worried that she’d run into a snake or bear and get herself hurt. He assured himself he’d hear a rattle or notice something as big as a bear wandering by, but anxiety doesn’t tend to listen to reason. These thoughts bounced around his head as he walked around and opened the back of the truck. The door made a loud noise as it was pushed up. The sound made his shoulders and stomach flinch. It is just a door. There are only boxes inside. Despite that, a vivid image of someone emerging from the back and lunging at him played in the back of his head as he grabbed the first box.
It took him a second to muster the will power to turn his back on the truck despite knowing it was just in his head. The box felt light as he carried it, but he was sweating a bit from anxiety. Approaching the door, he grabbed the knob to ensure it was locked. To his relief, the knob stopped him from turning it all the way. He braced the box between his body and the door as he pulled the keys from his hoodie pocket. It made a quiet ear-piercing jingle that made him wince. It seemed like everything was too loud today. The door opened smoothly into the lightless house. It revealed a bland barren basement. The floor is cold with uncovered concrete. The walls were covered in shelves. Despite the basement being above ground, it was mainly meant for storage. The stairs leading up to the main floor are straight ahead. He takes a deep breath to calm his racing heart. No one was in the house. He stood frozen staring at the stairs, mustering the courage to go upstairs.
“Fuck this” he says under his breath setting the box down on the cold floor. He went back to the car and grabbed his cane from where it was resting against the passenger door. He catches it as it falls from the door opening. It’s metal and has more length than his pocketknife. He makes two clicks with his mouth and calls out “Spider!”
She comes bounding out from the foliage jumping over patches that were difficult for her to walk through. She wasn’t quite a guard dog, but maybe she would alert if someone was inside. He waits until she stops by his side to walk towards the house. She follows, seeming to understand her presence is required. She trots into the house relaxed and unbothered. With Spider by his side, he was able to go up the stairs. Some of the steps creaked under his weight. Seeing him go up, Spider followed after. She runs around the top floor excitedly. Her little paws patter on the floors as she lets out occasional yips of joy. He stays frozen at the top of the stairs for a few minutes listening.
~~#*#~~
It was dark outside now. He managed to get all the boxes inside after checking every room in the house. Spiders' stuff got set up first, and he was currently working on unpacking his bedroom things. He could hear her collar clink against her metal bowl as she ate in the kitchen. The sound echoed through the empty cabin as he mindlessly unpacked the box in front of him. It contained figurines and plushies of one of his favorite characters. He threw the plushies on the bed to be organized later. He took the figurines remaining in the box over to his wardrobe. He configured them on top of his wardrobe until he was satisfied with their positioning. They only took up about half of the wardrobe’s surface. This place was starting to feel like his home... at least this bedroom was. He glances over at the clock on his nightstand. It read ten forty-one. He wasn’t feeling tired but decided to get ready for bed knowing he had to wake up early tomorrow to drive back and return the moving truck to avoid a late fee. Then he could visit the fishing shop when he got back to get what he’d need to start his new job.
He was lying in bed. It was twelve fifty-three the last time he checked the clock. Spider was curled up on his right fast asleep. The house felt safe, but he still couldn’t find sleep. He’d even taken some edibles in an attempt to get a good amount of sleep for tomorrow. Despite that, he was still unable to drift off. He glanced at Spider. She was laying on her back with her paws reaching in the air. Her side was firmly pressed against him. With a sigh he rolls onto his stomach and looks out the window at the front of the bed. One of the most majestic sights meets him.
A beautiful white deer is eating grass in his backyard. Its white fur shines ethereal in the darkness. Standing at the top of the slope, it lifts its head revealing a marvelous set of antlers. A four pointer and more beautiful than anything he had in his collection. They appear rounded at the ends and look velvety soft. Though it’s standing too far away for him to see its eyes to tell if the deer is albino or not. It didn’t matter; it was so stunning. As if a star had graced Earth with a physical form. It was a sign and a mistake all in one. It was so beautiful that he believed he could be better.
~~#*#~~
Getting his van back was egregious. It made living out in the middle of nowhere even more desirable. He knew he still needed to stop by the fishing store to get supplies, but he was relieved to be one step closer to collapsing into bed. Spider was already napping in the back of the van. Her little doggie bed was relatively secure in the back for long trips such as this one.
He pulls into a parking spot in front of the shop. The sign reads Price’s Bait ‘n Tackle. Spider immediately rouses from her nap. Her ears perk up in attention at the vehicle stopping. She runs up between the front seats and nuzzles his elbow curiously while he works up the confidence to go inside. His palms are sweaty despite his iron grip on the steering wheel. He stares ahead at the building. It appears to be made of old dark brown wood while the roof was made of some kind of metal. It definitely looked like one of the older and rundown buildings in the community. His vision starts to get a little blurry and his breathing starts getting heavier. Panic starts to set in at the prospect of going inside until a small weight is lightly pressing against his chest. Spider is standing on his lap with her back legs and bracing her front paws on his chest. He blinks and a few tears fall down his cheeks. She cautiously sniffs at his chin and perks up when he pets her side. When he looks down at her, she takes it as a sign of her job done and falls back to all fours. He looks towards the glass doors. There wasn’t a no animals allowed sign visible. Places up here did tend to be looser with their animal policies. He cups Spiders face in his hands. “Okay baby, are you ready to go inside?” He asked gently, his voice only shaking a bit.
She stares adoringly at him with her squished face. He wipes his face with his sleeve, getting rid of any evidence of his breakdown before opening the van door. Spider hops down confidently much more comfortable getting out of the van than she was getting out of the moving truck. He follows her, letting her sniff around outside a bit before calling her to his side to go in. She trots dutifully at his side.
He opens the door and a little bell rings from above him. It causes him to flinch slightly; Spider pauses at his side. The man at the counter glances up when the pair walks in. He’s wearing a muted red button up under brown fishing overalls with black straps. The bucket hat he’s wearing casts a bit of a shadow over his eyes, making him look even more intimidating. He quickly darts into an isle to hide from his gaze. Spider follows him unbothered by the man at the counter. Her paws make a little patter on the wooden floors. He makes his way around the store until he gets to the hooks and lures section. He looks through them, eventually deciding on a two-dollar bobber as a starter. It was very basic with the top half being red and the bottom half being white, but it would do as a starter. He takes a deep breath before bringing the bobber to the front counter to pay. The man behind the counter watches him walk up with a stern glare. The bobber makes a plastic clacking sound as it’s placed on the counter. The man looks down at the bobber before looking up at his face with a raised brow.
“That all today kiddo?” The man asks in a gruff voice. There was a bit of an accent to his words, but it was difficult to make out with how low his voice was. The way he said it made it sound like he was disapproving of the purchase. He looks down nervously at the bait on the shelf in the counter facing him. He grabs a small container of bait and sets it next to the bobber.
“Yessir.” He says, forcing his voice to be steady. The man looks at the prices and types them into a cream-colored older model of cash register. He looks anxiously around the wall behind the man as he’s ringing up his purchases. There’s more fishing supplies hung up behind him on the wall. Above one of the areas with supplies hung up on the right is a sign that reads retired GONE FISHING. To the very left is a small shelf with a radio and small boxes of hooks. Under that is large fish mounted on a wooden plaque with a golden name plate with something inscribed in it. Though it was too far back and too small to read from where he was standing. Under the fish was an older sign with the store name on it. Under the sign was another shelf, but this one had books on it and a lidded box. He didn’t recognize any of the titles on the shelf.
“That’ll be five dollars kid.” He looks up from the cash register trying to catch his eyes. Instead he looks down and gives all his attention to pulling a five dollar bill out of his wallet. In his periphery he sees the man shift behind the counter. He lets out a huff before asking “is that supposed to be a dog?”
“Excuse me?” He responds defensively and a little off guard. The man gestures and his gaze follows it to Spider who is standing by his side with her whole butt wagging in excitement.
“Is er that little... critter following you there supposed to be a dog?” He huffs in response pulling out a five-dollar bill.
“Yes, she is a dog.” He places the bill on the counter to avoid accidental contact.
“Ain’t a proper dog” He mumbles, swiping the bill from the counter and entering it into the register. The total rings up as zero and he puts the items into a plastic back.
“I haven’t seen you around here. You just passing by or are you the one that just moved in?” He was hesitant to give an answer, but he’d be seeing this guy around anyways. He sighs breathlessly before answering.
“Yeah. I just moved in yesterday. Had to take the truck back today.” He mumbled out an answer. He reaches his hairy arm across the counter.
“Name’s John Price. Nice to meet you, kid.” He hesitates before shaking John’s hand. It was a strong and firm handshake that he returned with equal firmness while giving his name. John’s hand recedes and grabs the bag with his purchases, placing it on the counter. “Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you around then.”
He timidly takes the bag. “Yeah. See you around.” He says quietly before leaving. He opens the door and realizes Spider is still standing at the counter staring at John curiously. He makes a clicking sound to call her over. Her head whips around to the noise before looking back at John one last time and following.
He opens the door to let Spider hop in first. It was better than having her jump on his lap. She scrambles into the back ready to go back to the house as he sets the bag on the passenger seat. He buckles up before quickly leaning forward and gently hitting his head against the steering wheel. Even the littlest conversation was so anxiety inducing. He took a minute to calm down, taking deep breaths, before turning the car on and driving back to the cabin.
I see that the requests are open from what I see so let me just slide in. So could I request trans-masc reader x Lynette with reader who loves her so much? Lynette deserves so much love and appreciation so I would love to be the one to give it to her. The reader love language can be either acts of service or affectionate touch. Also imagine if reader would leave small sticky notes for Lynette randomly to brighten her day just a bit (English isn't my first language I apologize of it doesn't make much sense, I really hope I did this request according to the rules).
— mon amour
PAIRING ; lynette x transmasc!reader
IN WHICH ; a day in lynette’s life with her trans masculine s/o.
NOTE ; WAAAAA this is so cute tbh, transmasc reader ftw ‼️‼️ i hope you dont mind if i make them live together :3 also lynette can be read as transfem so it can be t4t but its up to u
// FLUFF — drabbles, established relationship, kinda short bc im sleepy af — wc ; 418
⋆ lynette who secretly likes to sleep right next to you whenever she come home late from her late night magic shows.
⋆ lynette who likes to slip her hands underneath your sleeping outfit and letting it rest on your waist, and sometimes on your chest. not in a sexual way, she just loves to feel the warmth of your body when she’s about to sleep.
⋆ lynette who adores your homemade conch madeleine so much. the texture, the tantalizing aroma, the sweet, delicious taste— you really meant it when you said you made it with your love...
⋆ lynette who frequently receives some small sticky notes from you in such a random place and time. one time, she found a small sticky note on lyney’s pigeon when they were practising a new magic trick for their next magic performance. how the hell did you do that? she was confused, yet she appreciated the encouraging words in the note regardless.
⋆ lynette who doesn’t mind it when you become all clingy to her. in fact, she likes the closeness of the two of you— as long as she has you in her arms, everything’s just fine.
⋆ lynette who likes to help you with your chores, even if it’s just a ‘small’ chores. she just wanted to help you (AND to spend her time with you).
⋆ lynette who loves to hold you close when you’re in cuddling sessions. she likes to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, and you can tell she stole some of those sweet yet teasing words from her brother.
⋆ lynette who loves to call you ‘mon chéri’ and/or ‘mon ange’ whenever you’re on a private date. she knows if her brother hears her call you by such a romantic and affectionate nickname, it will flood her with endless teases from him.
mon chéri — my dear/my sweetheart (masculine), mon ange — my angel (masculine)
another note ; IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS TOO SHORT AND NOT AS WHAT YOU REQUESTED,, i dont feel like writinf recently idk why 😔
This is a fluff oneshot, so relax, kick back, and enjoy!
☻-Third Person POV-☻
It was a quiet and calm evening in The Neighborhood, with most of the residents holed up inside of their homes and preparing themselves for a long nights rest. Whether it be getting dressed in their array of sleeping garments, doing a few more late evening tasks before they fall into a deep state of slumber, or making something to help them fall asleep, it was all preparations for the night ahead of them. Within this quiet night, only few things could be heard if you strained your ear hard enough. With some of the sounds varying from the hushed songs of a cricket, the sound of the gentle winds sifting through the beautiful grass that surrounded the area, and perhaps even the sounds of the dear neighbors inside their homes. Noises that were soft enough to dismiss, yet welcome for those who sought after it.
However, among the lovely little residents that reigned within this town, it seemed like two of our neighbors were a little more active than the rest. Choosing to stay up just to simply enjoy each other's company for just a little while longer while they stayed awake. Even if there was always tomorrow awaiting, it just felt a little too far away for the lovers that resided in the animated home.
And the lovers in question consisted of not only Wally Darling, but another resident who always found themselves within his humble abode.
The two figures were comfortably upon Wally's large bed, with the mentioned puppet sitting upright upon the comfortable furniture, with his beloved lying on the bed with their head resting upon his lap. His eyes gazed softly at the smiling figure above them while relishing in the feeling of its hands gently playing his hair as Wally knew it was a method that helped him go to sleep. Or rather, one of them, for the time being. Its hands shifted from petting his hair to twirling strands round and round its finger, seeming to always get a dozy little laugh out of his system. Which in turn made Wally's everlasting smile grow by the sound that blessed his ears each time.
However, as time slowly ticked on by, he couldn't help but notice their resilience to let sleep overtake them once more. Whether they were still having troubles falling asleep, or whether they were forcing themselves to stay away for just a little bit longer to enjoy both Wally's presence and touch was something the mentioned fellow was used to. It was something that often repeated most nights they shared. Yet, no matter how many times it reoccurred, he always found it amusing.
With a hum, he would soon stop playing with his beloved's hair and slowly bend down so that their faces were closer together. With a few mere inches separating them, which was hard to ignore. Using one of his now free hands, Wally would gently tap his partner on the nose before saying,
"I believe I was doing this to help you fall asleep, dear. It looks like you're still awake."
He was playfully chiding the lovestruck fool that was sprawled against his lap, they could tell it easily. Even if his voice mostly remained the same, calm and smooth state that was difficult to tell the tone of sometimes, they knew with confidence that he was poking at them for fun. Which brought a smile up onto their face, and a small laugh to leave their system before they slowly reached up. Tapping Wally upon the same place, even if he clearly had a lack of a nose.
"Unknown to you, I am asleep actually. I'm just sleep talking is all."
It seemed amused with his playful nature as it gazed down at his cheery form, a flat snicker leaving his mouth by the antics he was getting up to. Another thing that wasn't uncommon, as it was known about how much of a slightly playful nature its dearest had. Even in times when he should be passed out cold.
"Is that so? Then why are your eyes open, hmm?"
"I sleep with my eyes open."
"And how come you seem very, very awake?"
"I'm very skilled at what I do."
This seemed to get a rise out of Wally as he began to laugh by their clearly obvious lies, and excuses of why they hadn't fallen asleep. Just a little late night fun is all that the two of them were having, and gosh was it delightful. Truly, Wally would give almost anything in the world to have moments like this with him over and over again.
With a sigh slipping past its lips as it was done laughing, it seemed to have gotten an idea with the way it remained silent for a moment. Slowly, its hands would begin to move back to their hair, and instead of playing with it, he did something that he absolutely knew was foolproof.
It took them a moment to register what was happening before a mock gasp left their mouth, one of their arms going up to their eyes and shielding them as if they couldn't bear to look at the devious puppet above them.
"Oh you snake! You sly slithering snake! You dare pull out my weakness against me?! In my most vulnerable moment? Oh, oh! Shame to you! Shame to you, sir!"
It had gotten another laugh out of Wally by hearing him practically proclaim murder, of course, in a hushed voice to not wake any of the neighbors who were resting peacefully at this reasonable time. His actions were dramatic as were his words while Wally watched, absolutely fascinated at his theatrics. Something like this would be perfect for one of Sally's various stage plays. Overtime, as the seconds slowly moved on by, their histrionics would slowly begin to die down until they were left almost completely silent. Their eyes noticeably droopy, and threatening to close to a permanent shut for the rest of the night.
Wally could notice the way his breathing slowed and the way every blink was a seal of doom with how hard they were to open again. Yet as for the mentioned 'snake', he simply and gently braided away, using the little trump card he had above his lover to finally coerce them into falling asleep. For once, it was almost completely quiet within the house with Wally's paramour no longer having the energy to keep themselves awake, nor resort to playful excuses to defend themselves from the beast of slumber.
It took as much reserved energy as possible for him to tilt his head up to look at Wally's lightly smug filled features that shined down on him, making his eyes narrow before saying in a slow manner,
"..You're evil. You're so, so evil. I'll get you back for this you devilish being."
The smugness that graced its face only seemed to become more intense by the words that were passed to it a chuckle leaving its system as it cooed out in a tone that matched its features,
"My, my, I'm afraid of your all powerful wrath, handsome. Now, give in to my 'devilish' little spell and fall asleep. You look awfully tired."
A defiant huff had left his system by hearing the words that left Wally's mouth, but truly, he had no other choice to comply. So, with a mock pout, he'd roll his eyes gaily before saying in a voice that sounded oddly like a medieval knight on his last breath,
"If I must."
With a final laugh, Wally would soon fully lean down to press a sweet kiss upon their temple, not missing for how a gentle smile rose onto their face by the love displayed upon them. The last thing they heard before they dozed off into a heavy slumber were the loving words that left Wally's mouth as one of his hands gently caressed their cheek with such gentleness and care that would have lightly flustered them if they had been a bit more awake.
all of my reader-insert fics are either gender-neutral or masculine/male reader fics. i've just updated this list to point out the ones where the reader is explicitly masculine. otherwise, they're always gender-neutral.
Euphoria (Lady Dimitrescu x Nonbinary*!AFAB!reader)
Warnings: Angst-to-Fluff, Self-harm, body dysphoria, shouting, unintentional misgendering
NSFW because of the warnings and potential triggers, however NO SEX SCENES
Word count: 2789
Chaos's A/N: This is the most...vulnerable piece of writing I have ever written that doesn't involve sex, it didn't need to happen. Nonbinary is used as the umbrella term, as my intention was to be inclusive. If you think it is not inclusive enough, give us a DM in our asks and I resolve it. Thank you.
P.S. There will be two sentences in bold, and it was quite coincidental because I was reading fanfiction before finishing it, and what she (Lady Dimitrescu, but also the author wrote it) said not only made me cry, but it represented what I was hoping for her to say but I could never get out. I will post the link twice, below this postscript, and within the sentence. Please show support by reading it, and to the writer, NorthTrader77!
For a couple days you were emotionless, for a couple days you were isolating yourself, for a couple days it was hell for you. Especially for Alcina who wanted nothing but your company, but seeing you avoid her made her upset. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she would proceed to go to her bedroom.
The reason it was hell for you wasn't because of your treatment with your lady, or even her daughters despite them constantly teasing you and trying to get you to lash out on them.
No...
You were assigned female at birth, and you were currently sitting at the corner of the room you were first given before you slept with your lady, rocking yourself as you try so hard to push aside your thoughts, covering yourself in blankets plus blankets plus more blankets, with your arms crossing over your chest as you sobbed away. You hated your chest, you hated your curves, your hair, your face, your legs- EVERYTHING.
You hated the fact that you were reminded of a girl, Alcina would compliment you, and as much as you appreciate her comments, she was unintentionally misgendering, and you were suffering in your own silence. You couldn't tell her you were having a body dysphoria, you couldn't tell this 1900s vampire that you were suffering from your own demise, you were terrified at the idea of her knowing. You didn't want her to know, you didn't want her to be tainted with the knowledge that defined barely coming onto the surface of human knowledge in the west and the castle in the east...she was not going to accept you...like them.
Sometimes you can hide, and hold off your discomfort, your need to cry, your disappointment and your broken heart coming undone, but this time you couldn't. You were stuck in this castle with 4 women, stuck in castle like a...damsel in distress.
You quickly covered your mouth and muffled your screams as you cried and cried.
Alcina could hear a heart pumping rapidly, like a stressed human, and she thought it was her daughters killing a maiden. She stood still as she carried the glass of wine in her left hand, lifted so elegantly while she read a book in her right hand, trying her best to distract herself until one of her daughters knocked on the door. Bela entered the door, relieved to see her alone, and saving herself from a punishment.
"Mother, is (Y/N) alright?" She asked.
Immediately concerned, Alcina turned her head slightly to glance at Bela, "What did you say?"
"(Y/N), she's in distress."
"So that isn't a maiden you're prepping for a new bottle?" She asked, clarifying as remained in her seat. She would run if she could, but her habits won her over as she saw Bela shake her head, "I thought it was a trespasser, Mother. Cassandra and Daniela are currently outside, and I wanted to find the intruder, but no one is here."
"Thank you, Bela. Go to your sisters, I will go find her." She instructed.
"Yes, Mother." Bela turned and closed the door behind her before going to her sisters.
Alcina immediately stood up, placed the glass on the short table in front of her before looking for you.
You were currently gripping at your chest, expanding the shirt until you heard ripping cloth, clutching at your head, your sobs getting more desperate and sorrowful. Your arms flailed around as you slapped yourself, scratched yourself, your body having a pressured sensation that worsened your flails, at one point drawing some blood. You gasped upon viewing the cuts on your arm, viewing your multiple fresh cuts. You brought your arm to your lips and licked at your blood, drawing more and causing more tears and sobbing. Your leg bounced to release some anxiety out of your system, only to flail once again.
The door opened and your eyes shot up, widening as you noticed who it was.
Alcina opened the door, not only to sense your heart beating, but the smell of blood awoke her maternal instincts. It was your blood in her nostrils and she wasn't even feeding from you, she thought you were in danger. She knew she wasn't your mother, but you have mentioned in the pass how your relationship with your family was almost nonexistent, and it saddens her in a way that you didn't have the relationship like her daughters have with her.
Her eyes widen in shock, her lips parted as her eyes landed on you, your body covered in the blankets, but your face filled with tears, sadness, and pain.
"(Y/N)!" She shrieked, strolling towards before she stopped in her tracks upon seeing how you reacted.
You whimpered, turning your head down and facing the wall, avoiding her stare, pulling the blankets for your comfort.
"...(Y/N)..." She whispered, "What happened? Who did this to you?" Her anger raised, ready to strike at whoever did this to you.
She was going to be mad at you, she was going to be mad at you, mad at you, mad at you-
"(Y/N), who, did, this, to, yo-" She spoke with pause, not taking your silence as answer. She didn't like to be ignored, but the sake of knowing who hurt her precious draga, she would mutilate them until they suffered a bloo-
"Me!-" You shouted, interrupting her thoughts, crying in shame, covering your face with the blanket. Alcina can see some of you, her expression in pure shock as she found out, "...(Y/N), if you're lying to me-"
"I'm not..." You whimpered, cowering into the cornered wall.
"Can I know why?" She reached her hand towards your body, finding your arm and squeezing lightly in comfort as you yelped in pain, causing her to flinch and bring back her hand. She was confused, but silently heartbroken to see you like this. What caused you to end up like this?
Her tone immediately calmed, using her comforting tone, "Princess-"
"Don't call me that!-" You cried out, clawing your head, your arms covering your ears, "Anhthinganythinganythinganything but that!" You trembled.
Alcina was beginning to get stressed, but she remained still, and her expression remained unreadable. She waited until you were able to speak, able to look at her.
However...when she saw an impulsive swat on your body, she immediately grabbed your wrists, her other hand held you from the blankets, pulling you closer, "I do not tolerate self-harm, (Y/N)." She warned, sternly. She had to maintain a strong look, even if it hurt her to see you in such a state.
She said your name...your name...the name you chose, the name she says when she's worried about you. Alcina saying your name had such a bliss feeling to it, it was relieving to hear it.
"...a-..again..." You stuttered, tired, your exhaustion showing as you struggled to raise your face, to look into her yellow eyes, "Please...say my name..." your tear up once again, your lips trembled lightly.
Alcina stared at you for a moment, your pleads were of desperation, and she was going to give you what you need, "...(Y/N)..."
Your lips curled ever slightly, but noticed by Alcina.
"Again...please." You plead, trying so hard to hold on, glancing at her with your heavy-lidded eyes.
Alcina carefully lowered your arms as she placed her gloved hand against your cheek, you leaning towards her touch, breathing low, on the brink of passing out. She leaned closed and kissed your other cheek, "(Y/N), my human..." she whispered against your ear. Your eyes shot wide, your lips parting slightly as they trembled as you weren't expecting her to say the last part. You didn't think you would have tears left to cry, but you raised your tired arms, muscles also trembling as you wrapped them around her neck, pulling yourself to her in a desperate, needed, and a thankful hug, crying softly against her shoulder.
Alcina wrapped her arms securely on you, one hand placed on the back of your head, She raised herself, holding you close, "Rest, draga mea." She whispered, feeling your body limp, your arms falling to your sides.
She took you to her chambers, a need to see for herself what injuries you sustained. She laid you on the bed, and already noticed something that upset her. The shirt you had on was not only ripped, nearly shredded, but you had scratches on your abdomen, your chest. Alcina removed your shirt and proceeded to take care of you, leaning down to lay gentle kisses on your warm skin. She can taste the blood from the scratches, fortunately they were shallow, but to have drawn blood on your beautiful body, what happened? Where you no longer happy to be with her?
Until she remembered your voice,
...Again...please....
And the way you reacted to her calling you a human, to say she was confused was an understatement, she was beyond bewildered.
It took a while before she finished healing your scratches, from your body, to your face. She sighed softly, peppering your face with her loving kisses. Your unconscious state would remain the same, but it hurt to see you in that state while she took take of care of you. It reminded her of something common, but never wanting it to occur on you, "(Y/N)...what happened?" She asked out loud, more to herself than to you. Instead she walked to her closet before returning and sliding you in a silk robe, hoping for the best comfort and tucking you in the bed. She would have to send some maidens to the previous room to clean up the mess, but she was now preoccupied with staying by your side. She was going to know what happened, and why you reacted in such a manner.
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When you woke up, tired, your eyes blinking slowly before you started feeling your body, immediately closing your eyes and biting your lip softly to hold back tears. Instead, you closed your hand in to fists, and opened them slowly, not even wanting to focus on your body. You made her sad, disappointed, upset. She no longer wants to be with-
"Darling, you're awake." Alcina sits next to you on the bed, reaching forward and wiping a traveling tear on your cheek, "Why are you crying, draga mea, talk to me..."
You sobbed softly as you raised your hands to your face to hide your shame.
"If you don't talk to me, I will never know how I can assist you." She pointed it out.
You took a deep breath, only to gather more air and breathe out in small increments to control your breathing.
Your eyes travelled to your lady's eyes, those beautiful yellow eyes, and you noticed something different about them.
"Al...Alcina..." you shook your head softly as you closed your eyes softly, "I can't...I'm too scared." Your hand reached to your face, and Alcina takes your other hand, her thumb rubbing lightly on it, "There is no reason to be scared, iubere mea, only you are scared. There is nothing you say that will upset me, nothing." She reassured, placing down your hand and reaching forward to curl a few hairs behind your ear, an excuse to touch you reassuringly, "Nothing." She repeated.
Despite her demeanor, her confidence, her elegance, her passion, and her grace, she wouldn't lie to you. You just knew.
You take a shaky breath, reaching forward to get a hold of her hand, Alcina responding by squeezing it lightly, comfortingly resting on the bed.
You confessed, saying that you didn't feel as though you belonged to being described with feminine attributes, but you also didn't feel you belonged purely to the masculine attributes. You were neither a woman or a man. You explained to her how long you have kept hidden the fact, and how your current name, (Y/N) is the name you chose because it suited better than your previous, assigned name. You were open about how your family disowned you for the shame that you supposedly brought upon them, and how they dismissed your feelings as they referred to you with she/her pronouns, forcing you into female clothing, and how your lady would say those things and you were forced to hide yourself in fear of how she would react, afraid that she would kick you out if she found out.
Alcina felt a tremble from you, and her expression never changed, she was thinking, long and hard, "Hm, well, this is quite a predicament..." She stated, lifting a finger to her chin, "And I am ashamed for not knowing about this, but will you teach me more about this?" She asked, smiling small.
Your heart beat fast, but not in the stressful way, in the unexpectedly way, and how you couldn't help contain a smile. You nodded proudly, "Yes, I will." Smiling brightly at her, "Thank you, Alcina, thank you so much." you tear up once more, only for the overwhelming joy you felt. Alcina removed her heels for a moment and laid beside you, hushing you gently as she began to ask questions such as a term that can describe your gender identity, how she would refer to you, the nicknames you prefer, the nicknames you would prefer to stay away from, how to handle your body dysphoria, how to deal with misgendering, and your fashion sense.
As Alcina gained more knowledge, she couldn't help but ask, "Sweetheart, babes..." She tested out a few pet names which you loved so much, "If you knew from what period I was, why didn't you take advantage that I didn't know such thing?"
You quirked your eyebrow, "Hm?..." You tilted your head slightly, "What?"
"You could have said you like specific pet names, and how you like to dress a certain way. You already told me your name without me knowing of your previous name, why didn't you make more progress like that to help you with your discomfort?" She asked.
"Well...hm...I feel like you would be suspicious of me lying, or hiding things from you...and I wouldn't have the chance to explain so much...like I did right now...and sometimes I did like some feminine pet names, but my discomfort got the best of me." You explained as you can, "It feels so good to finally get everything out, and it feels even better that you are still with me."
"Oh, but, iubere mea, I would never reject you for who you are, it is why I am with you in the first place, dear." She kissed the top of your head, "You are, (Y/N), a strong and carrier of a golden heart, caring, but you are stuck by the chains of your past. I am not like the people who left you, you can be open about yourself at any point with me. You are allowed to be vulnerable and I will never turn away from your needs. I will always return your affections and I will always keep you safe. You do not ever have to put on a façade with me simply because I am from a different time period."
She saw you tear up once again and you hugged her tighter, Alcina returning the tight embrace. It was new to her, having to be so open with her feelings with anyone that wasn't her quill and a paper, but how could she hold in that stuff when you gave her such an important piece of yourself, and she was to be honest at the moment. She took a deep breath and used the hug as an excuse to let you know how she also felt.
It was a tight, heart-felt embrace, and you knew it. You felt her strong arms envelop you, but you also felt her loosen up as well, relaxing. In addition to telling you to be open about yourself with her, you thought she also had to follow through what she said with you, not hiding anything. You remember seeing her write letters and letters, and sadden at the thought she was alone for so many years. Your hand reached up to run your fingers through her hair, comfortingly. You pull away slightly, just to see her face, which she had her eyes closed in the intimate act. When she felt you pull away, she opened her eyes only to meet with yours, filled with joy and some tears sliding down your face. You gently grabbed her face as she allowed you to and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Alcina rested her hands on your waist as you both pulled away again and rested your heads against each other, eyes closed, and her thumbs gently rubbing against your back, and you reciprocating by rubbing against her cheek.
hi! can you please do a hc about being george AND fred trans boyfriend?
YESYESYESYES
Warning: Talk of dysphoria, hint at transphobia here and there, mention of period (which I labeled shark week). If I missed any, please dm me.
Key: (D/n) -Deadname (P/n) -Preferred Name
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Ok, so let's be honest. They have and will continue to fight over you.
Sure, they CAN share, but that doesn't always mean they want too.
They bitch about who's snuggling you in what way because they both have different snuggle preferences and it's almost annoying.
Like Fred loves when he's on his back and your on his chest and he can run his fingers through your hair.
And George fuckin' loves when you guys are laying on your sides and he can look into your eyes and just hold you close and protect you.
Them cutting your hair and then like Molly seeing it and almost crying because her boys tried but Jesus christ it's so shaggyYyY
And if you like it, hey! That's ok!
But she will fix it for you if you don't.
They're just happy you love them both and neither one has to be super awkward about it.
Probably created the potion to help you transition at the pace you want.
They'd love you whether you took the hormone potions or not. They love you for you. You're looks are just a bonus to them.
Oh my god, and they totally play dumb if someone dead names you.
"Hmm.. (D/n)? (D/n).. Do we know a (D/n), Georgie?” “Can’t say we do, Fred.” “Strange. It sounds familiar.” “It does, doesn’t it? We do know a (P/n) though!” “Right! Our boyfriend who is open about who he is!” “Yup! And anyone who is worth his attention probably knows that about him.” “Yeah and they wouldn’t do shit like this on purpose.”
And you’d just be sitting there, watching them tear this student apart and just be like “w o w. these b o y s”
Anyway, they will, not only emotionally destroy anyone who says anything negative about you, but will also wreck them mentally with a prank.
God forbid they be a Slytherin.
Then you might as well plan their funeral.
OH. AND IF IT'S DRACO-
DEAD. ON. THE. SPOT.
Sneaking through the little tunnels together. Definitely just sitting in one of the tunnels at like 2 am to gossip over stuff goin’ on in school like whos snogging who in which closets.
They are the best gossipers, please.
You’re definitely gonna be painting their nails. I take zero criticism for this.
However, George strives to keep the as pristine and pretty as possible, where Fred loves the aesthetic of broken nail polish.
Go to colors? George- definitely something bright like orange or red. Fred- black. Just black. Maybe a deep red for Gryffindor pride, but mostly black.
I’m focusing on their nails too much.
Oh, if you get hit with a bad dysphoria day, they try to physically combat it with pillow fights and/or giving you soft kisses to make you feel better.
It helps if it’s not like a crying over my gender kind of dysphoria day.
You guys KNOW they drag you to the kitchens on particularly hard nights, especially if it's "shark week" nights. But only if your up for the trip.
If your not, they're sneaking you into the prefects bathroom for a nice, hot bubble bath.
And if that time comes around, and your feeling worse than usual, you better bet your ass, they go even HARDER on defending you than before.
My god, they are the kings of respect too.
Like if your walking around, taking a break from your binder and just like chilling in a t-shirt, their either giving you INTENSE eye contact... Or just staring at the ceiling.
Yes, you are trapped between them during snuggles... When they agree to a position... After an hour of arguing.
And I actually feel bad for any professor who Deadname you to be honest. Like they will be quitting by the end of the week, I bet.
Ok, on more separate notes. A few events that HAVE happened.
You and Fred have watched George absolutely beat the shit out of some cocky Slytherin who called you a slur. Like your holding Fred's arms, to try to hold him back, but he's not even fighting anymore, he's just watching his softer brother obliterate this students face.
Fred will purposefully yell over people who are being rude about you and call them out. Like if you're walking past a hall, but Fred hears even a whisper of your name, he's already like rushing down the hall, shouting shit.
It was Fred's idea to sneak you into the boys locker room for Quidditch, if you play, or if you don't pass fully, which is 10,000% fine and your still valid and we love you, while George talked to Madam Hooch about it becoming a regular thing.
It does become a regular thing. 😌
Anyway.
They'd definitely defend, not only you, but anyone else who is apart of the LGBTQA+ in Hogwarts and definitely starts like a safe club for everyone to meet up and chat and have fun and eat chips and sugar quills.
I just can't get over how willing they'd throw hands for you. Goddamnit.
They'd definitely sell the hormone potions, binders, packers and anything else a person may want in their shop. My god.
Just them being so supportive is all I want and need in my life, please.
