please whenever u can...please..make a royd x trans man reader fic ill do anything vro...🥹🥹🥹
Time for a Break (Royd x trans male!reader)
Warnings: fluff and comfort, reader is implied to have chest dysphoria and consistently binds (bind safely, folks!!!), general cuteness otherwise (Words: 0.8k)
(Author’s note: Hiii!!! Omg I love writing for Royd, he’s so so sweet and just aaaaaaa…. I wrote this with sort of a Viktor and Jayce dynamic, so if you get that vibe, props to you :> as always, please do not repurpose, steal, or otherwise misuse my work in any way, including anything involving Al.)
MY MASTERLIST
Royd was the kind of guy who noticed everything.
It was always small shifts in the workplace, like the coffee machine starting to break down again, or the wifi being a little slower than usual.
And after almost a year of working closely with him in the lab, you started to notice things too.
You considered yourselves work partners, your designs being the basis for his mechanical miracles, and his circuitry dancing hand-in-hand with your codes. Blazer had affectionately nicknamed the two of you as the dream team, and just the people to go to when there was any tech issue whatsoever.
And with you, in your shared, secluded corner of the building, he seemed to notice everything and then some.
You spun in your chair, chewing on your stylus as you held a your tablet up above your face to try and get a different perspective of the blueprint.
Feeling the swivelling halt, you turned to see a large hand planting itself on the headrest.
“Gonna fall, y’know?” He chuckled, “Imma be the first to say I told you so.”
“Eh. It’s whatever,” You shrugged, handing him the tablet, “Can you take a look?”
He nodded, practically dwarfing the fairly large screen at his fingertips as he scanned the image, sliding his glasses onto the bridge of his nose.
“Lookin’ good!” He grinned down at you, “Love’ the blasters. Those your signature thing, now?”
You crossed your feet beneath you as you settled back in on your plush seat, glancing over the top of the screen.
“Yeah. I think they’re handy.” You confirmed, “And… maybe it’s kinda cool to have ‘em on all the stuff I design.”
“Well said.” He clapped you on the shoulder, offering to hand you back your design, before stopping as you urged it back to him.
“Something feels off about it.” You admitted, furrowing your brow, “Can you just have another look?”
“Yeah, yeah. No problem.” He dove back into the drawing, and you saw the gears turning in his head as he double-checked each of your calculations.
You waited where you sat, fidgeting as he kept on going over it, until the tablet was returned to you once more.
“It’s all on point, my friend.” He took his glasses off, “You gotta give yourself more credit.”
“No, it’s—“ You chewed on your lip, “Something feels off, and I…”
Watching you stumble and trail off, he glanced towards the clock, before striding across the room to retrieve something.
Before you knew it, a bundle of soft fabric hit you square in the chest, followed by a certain disappointed puppy-eyed look that you had a hard time standing up to.
You sighed, hugging the garment to yourself for a moment. You knew Roy noticed things, one of which being how you seem to get agitated the longer you keep binding after your limit.
He didn’t blame you, of course. But it did start to bother you after about eight hours, bleeding enough into your work and mood for him to be able to catch it.
Holding the dark blue hoodie ball, you went over your options, before giving him a quick glance and darting off to the bathroom.
It wasn’t invasive, not when you knew each other so well, but tended to be a bit of an annoyance on occasions like this, when you were oh-so-close to finishing a sketch.
You snuck into the empty bathroom stall, pressing against the wall before hastily shedding layers until you’d found your binder, before gritting your teeth and looking away as you re-dressed without it, piling his hoodie on top.
It was something of a daily ritual with you two— when it came time to take a break for the sake of your ribs, he’d give you one of his sweaters to hide in for the rest of the day. A trade, really. You weren’t in pain for the whole day, at the expense of him having to wash one less thing on laundry day.
As you smoothed the fabric over your sides, you stepped closer to the mirror. Roy’s clothing always felt right on you, fitting in a way that cloaked you while smelling like him, like the lab, like a sense of calmness you only got while in that flow state with him.
Your head snapped up at the sound of the restroom door swinging open, and you quickly gathered yourself and washed your hands, before heading back down the hall to your mechanical sanctuary.
The stark contrast of the fluorescent hallway lighting and the dim laboratory hues made your eyes water, and you rubbed at them as you went to stand by Roy once again,
“Still can’t find a mistake.” He smirked, nudging you with his elbow, “You’re better at your job then you think.”
You couldn’t help a soft laugh as you dodged his arm, moving to lean against it once it was no longer threatening to poke you.
Come on me, I mean camaraderie - Alexei Shostakov x ftm!Reader
A/N: also known as the three times you get Alexei alone and the one time he gets you alone. Alternatively, the blowjob fic
Title is from Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter
Don’t like, don’t read. But please do let me know if I missed a tag!!!
This is meant to be read as the sequel to pick me up, pull ‘em down, turn me around, so I’d advise reading that first
Dedicated to @shostakovalexei for fueling my writing by sending a David Harbour thirst edit in the Discord. I hope this lives up to your request
Dividers by @/enchanthings
CW: smut; explicit sexual content; oral sex; blowjobs; mentions of past sex; horny!Reader; annoying!Walker; Russian nicknames; Reader has a nickname not explained in the fic; Alexei has a big dick; gagging, a lot of it; crying during sex; cum eating; praise; light banter; biting kink; slight pain kink; slight dom!Alexei; clothes ripping; mentions of multiple rounds; mentions of cumming inside; mentions of overstimulation; I dunno the name of this position, I just saw it once in a porn GIF; Alexei has a short refraction period; soft!fucking; subspace, sorta; implied chubby!Reader; cumplay; mentioned short!Reader; romantic!Alexei, sorta; Reader is down bad for Alexei; fingering; use of the words dick and hole for Reader’s parts; cockwarming; boot humping; mild throat fucking; kissing; ‘I love you’s; cuddling
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1.
The first time you get Alexei alone after your little kitchen meetup, you’re fully intending to fuck him.
It’s been a week. A long, horrible, torturous week of being unbearably horny around Alexei and having to do everything in your power to hide it from the others. Which is almost impossible given that your boxers soak with slick when he does so much as smirk at you.
Never mind actually trying to train in the same room as him. Or, at one point, watch a movie with his hand sneakily placed on your thigh.
In your mind, you two are flashing neon signs screaming ‘we had sex’ to the others. But no one really seems to react much aside from a bit of suspicion from Yelena.
With Walker, you’ve already given up on him not knowing. Not after he’d come up to you after training the next day to hiss, “In the kitchen? Really?”
You’d just shot him a death glare and tried your best to ignore the way your face burned with embarrassment.
But you weren’t feeling embarrassment now.
You’re actually feeling rather brave.
You’re outside Alexei’s room, heart pounding in your chest. The floor is mostly empty for tonight. Walker and Bucky are out on a mission and Bob’s down with the girls.
It’s just you and Alexei for tonight.
You raise your hand up to knock on his door.
The second your knuckles make contact with the door, it’s flung wide open. Alexei’s standing there, silhouette illuminated by the light from his room.
“Uh, hi…” You say awkwardly. “Is this a bad time?”
“Of course not, utenok.” He steps back to let you in. You step into his room, wiping your sweaty palms on your pants.
His room is comfortable, filled to the brim with knickknacks and photographs and posters. Takeout boxes and laundry litter the floor, giving the room a lived-in feeling. You hide a smile as Alexei hastens to subtly shove a pile of laundry under a chair.
“So,” he turns to you with a grin. “You’ve come to keep our promise.”
You swallow and nod, opening your mouth to say the carefully prepared words you’d spent hours agonizing over and perfecting. And then your gaze drifts downwards.
He’s wearing sweatpants. Fucking sweatpants that do absolutely nothing to hide the outline of his dick. And suddenly you’re drooling, not a single thought in your head. Because his dick looks huge.
“Ah.” He sounds smug. “It is impressive, no? The Little Guardian is very mighty. It has conquered many a lover.”
“Mhmm.” You’re barely listening to him. You were already unbearably horny on the way to his room. Now, faced with the idea of getting that absolute monster inside you?
“I wanna suck you off.” Your words are breathless, halfway to a whimper.
You don’t even care that he looks so smug. All you can think about is getting your mouth on his dick.
Alexei chuckles and takes a seat on the edge of his bed. “Now, now, utenok. Wouldn’t you rather—“
You don’t give him time to finish. The second his ass meets the sheets, you’re dropping to your knees in front of him. His words stutter to a halt as you push your way between his spread knees and nuzzle your face against his half-hard dick.
It rises to full mast almost immediately, a low groan sounding in Alexei’s throat. “Fuck, dorogoy.” His thick fingers cup your head, not forcing you closer but keeping you in place. “You’re that eager for the Red Guardian’s dick?”
“Yes,” you murmur, pressing greedy kisses along his bulge. “God, Alexei, you’re so big…”
You can practically hear his ego swelling above you, but you don’t care. You press your mouth to his covered tip, tongue flicking out to lap at the fabric.
He curses in Russian, dick twitching under you. You can feel the fabric dampen, can taste the faint tang of salt. And just that small taste is enough to drive you wild.
You pull back, fingers hooking in the waistband of his sweatpants. He lifts his hips, allowing you to tug his sweatpants and boxers down. He groans as his dick springs free.
And you drool.
He’s thick, big and girthy in a way you’ve only ever seen before in porn. And he’s so pretty; his dick slightly curved and colored a blushing shade of red.
You lick your fingers and grip the base of his cock, giving him a few experimental strokes. He hisses out a curse, his dick twitching and drooling precum.
You lean in, unable to help yourself. You lap at his tip, moaning at the salty taste. Alexei growls, hips jerking a little. “That’s it, krasavchik.”
His praise makes your chest all warm and you melt a little internally. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, letting him guide the head of his dick in.
He groans as soon as your tongue swirls around the tip. He grips your head, keeping you in place as you start to suck his dick as best you can.
It’s more challenging than any time you’ve had before, but Alexei’s moans send a thrill through you. You’re drooling like a waterfall, saliva spilling down his dick as you inch it further into your mouth.
Finally, his dick reaches the limit of what you can take. You gag a little, swallowing around him to keep from retching. And Alexei groans. His hips thrust forward, pushing his thick cock deeper into your mouth.
You gag harder, tears springing to your eyes. You struggle to breathe in through your nose, fighting down the instinctive panic. You can feel the tears slipping down your cheeks; your eyes stinging.
Alexei doesn’t even last a moment longer. He cums with a string of Russian curses, thick seed filling your mouth and spilling down your throat. He lets go of you and you pull back, coughing and swallowing to clear your throat.
“Oh, Duckie,” Alexei gasps, “That was magnificent.” He reaches down, brushing the tears from your face. “You are magnificent.”
You manage a grin, licking the last of his cum from your lips. “It’ll be even better next time.”
His eyes darken, his voice deepening in a way that has your dick throbbing. “Next time? Oh, dorogoy, you are more than I deserve.”
You laugh softly and rest your head against his knee. You smile up at him. “Can’t let you keep your promise that quickly.”
He just chuckles.
2.
The second time you and Alexei get a moment of alone time together, you’re on a mission.
You’ve been fighting some crazy bird lady for days now. And it’s getting exhausting. You hadn’t known pigeons could be so lethal until a run-in at a bank with her.
Now you’re sneaking through some old building, trying to get into position as Ava distracts her.
You’re not really focusing on the mission though. You’re too distracted by the tantalizing sight of Alexei’s ass just a few feet in front of you. He’d insisted on going first and you hadn’t argued after realizing you’d get the perfect view of his ass in his far too tight suit.
You’re literally drooling by the time your comms crackle to life.
“Guardian, Duckie; are you two ready?” Bucky’s voice is just buzzing in your ears, your entire being vibrating with the need to bite into the meat of Alexei’s ass.
“The Red Guardian is ready,” Alexei replies gruffly.
There’s a beat of silence, then Alexei turns to you. “Duckie?”
“Come on me,” you breathe, unable to stop the words from spilling from your lips. Alexei’s eyes widen.
“What?” Yelena’s voice comes clearly through your earpiece.
“I said camaraderie!” You panic. Your face is hot as you hastily turn away from Alexei. “You know, like friendship! I was saying I’m here for you all!”
There’s a moment of absolute silence. Then Yelena mutters something in Russian and you can feel the tension relax as Ava snorts in response.
When you turn back to Alexei, your breath hitches. He’s gazing at you with a look of absolute hunger. You open your mouth to say something but he presses a finger to your lips.
‘After’, he mouths. Your heartbeat skips a pace and you nod. You can do after. After is fantastic.
After comes the second the team files out of the debriefing room. Alexei makes up some excuse about needing to talk to you and the rest of the team seems to buy it.
The moment they’re gone, Alexei’s pulling you to him. His mouth crashing to yours with an intensity that makes your head spin.
“Fuck, krasavchik,” he growls. “You like the Red Guardian’s suit?”
You can barely gasp out your answer as his lips move down to your neck. He attacks your skin with a vengeance; already grinding his dick against your thigh.
“Yes!” You whimper out. “I love your suit, Alexei! You look so sexy in it!”
He groans and full-on bites you. You moan and cry out loudly, the pain making your pleasure spiral higher.
Alexei claps a hand over your mouth. “Shhh, dorogoy, not so loud.”
You can’t help yourself though. Not when he’s mapping out your sweet spots with his teeth. You keen when he nips at a spot just below your jaw.
He growls softly and presses on your shoulder. “On your knees, utenok.”
You obey immediately, dropping to your knees and gazing up at him pleadingly. He groans softly and yanks at his suit. Not even bothering to try with the zipper. It rips loudly, but neither of you care.
He’s naked under his suit and you go for his dick like a starving man at a feast. This time, though, you don’t try to take the whole thing. Instead, you bring your hand up and spit into it. Grasping his cock and giving your wrist a slight twist.
His hips jerk, precum spilling across your tongue as you lap at his tip. Moaning at the taste; at the indecency of it all.
Alexei doesn’t last long. It only takes a few more moments before his dick is twitching in your hand and he’s cumming into your mouth. Making you pull back and pout up at him. “You should’ve warned me…”
He groans and you can tell he’s seriously considering giving into you by the way his dick starts to harden again.
But there are voices from further down the hall. And as much as you loved this, you have no interest in being caught.
“Next time,” Alexei murmurs. Reaching out to swipe his thumb over a stray droplet of cum on your lower lip. You lean forward and suck it off his thumb, making him growl softly.
“I’m holding you to that,” you murmur.
He smirks. “When have I ever let you down, Duckie?”
3.
The third time you’re alone with him, you’re in your room.
You’ve been thoroughly fucked; having lost count of how many times he made you cum sometime around the third or fourth orgasm. You’re pretty sure you’ve been stuffed with enough cum to last you a lifetime.
Or for the next five minutes, as Alexei rolls onto his side. He nuzzles into you, murmuring softly in Russian. You smile and trace your fingers over one of the many bite marks you’d left on his bicep.
Not that you’re looking much better. He’s just as into biting as you are; leaving your skin a mess of red blotches and teeth marks.
“Dorogoy,” he murmurs, “I have a thought.”
“Mmm?”
“One more round.” He catches your mouth with his, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. “I want to fuck your mouth.”
Your body heats at the suggestion. And also at the quiet care in his voice. You’re too sensitive to fuck him one more time and too tired for most anything else. But you could do a blowjob.
When you move to get up, though, he tuts softly. “No, no.”
Your brow crinkles. He just smirks a little. “Just lie there and look handsome, utenok. I will do the rest.”
You huff softly but shrug. “Alright.”
He chuckles quietly and gets up. He moves you a little, manhandling your body into position. You’re now lying at the edge of your bed, head hanging off just a bit.
You’re unsurprised to see his dick is already hard. Even for an older man, the serum works wonders on his refraction period. Making you eternally grateful for not just his strength, but his stamina too.
He taps the tip of his dick against your lips, smearing precum against them. You open your mouth and he eases his cock inside.
This time, he goes slow. He still curses and growls as your hot mouth envelops his dick, but he keeps his thrusts under control.
It gives you time to really lavish his cock with attention. You swirl your tongue around his tip, lapping at his precum. He inches in, little bit by little bit; slowly thrusting in and out.
By the time you’re really drooling, he’s gone further than before. When you gag this time, he pulls back. Giving you time to recover before he’s sliding back in.
It’s kind of nice, in a way. Soon you’re not even using your tongue much. You’re just letting him thrust lazily into your mouth as he mutters sweet-sounding things in Russian.
Your brain starts to fuzz over. Your eyes fluttering shut as your body gets used to his movements. Even your gag reflex starts to ease a little, letting him slip a little deeper as the time passes.
Finally, he pulls out. Shifting to the side and leaning over you a little as he strokes his dick. His hips stuttering in little thrusts as he cums all over your stomach rolls..
And you expect that to be it.
You are not expecting him to reach out and swipe his fingers through his cum. Not are you expecting him to bring it to your lips. But you suck them clean anyway, sighing softly at the bitter taste.
“That’s my good little Duckie,” he murmurs.
You snort and roll back onto the bed, not caring about getting cum on the already-ruined sheets. “Not little, ‘Lexei. Just short.”
He chuckles and flexes his arms. “You are little to me, utenok.”
And, well, you can’t really argue with that.
+1
The first time Alexei gets you alone is ridiculously romantic.
You’re stressed, having spent the whole day dealing with Walker being increasingly aggravating. You’re at your absolute limit when Alexei knocks on your door, quietly murmuring soothing words.
He gently lures you out to the common room before seating you down on a couch. And for several full minutes, you’re forced to stare your feelings for him right in the face as he fetches you snacks and drinks and the softest blanket you’ve ever felt.
You just know the look on your face is ridiculously dopey as he finally settles down next to you. He turns on a movie; a favorite of you both. And for several hours, you just relax.
The stress seeps away. Especially when Alexei’s hand sneaks under the blanket and into your pants. You know for a fact the others are off doing their own things, so you don’t hold back your moans.
His thick fingers feel like heaven. Your hole greedily sucks him in, slick soaking your boxers.
When you cum, you do so loudly. Your head back against his chest, eyes closed in bliss. He drags your orgasm out, only pulling his fingers out when you squirm away.
He licks his fingers clean, groaning at the taste. “Fuck, dorogoy,” he mutters. “You taste divine.”
You laugh breathlessly and turn to look at him. “You gonna let me return the favor?”
His eyes darken. You grin.
You abandon your spot on his lap in favor of kneeling between his legs. He groans softly, already working on undoing his belt. You’re pulling him out only moments later, already leaning in to run your tongue along a vein in his dick.
He swears and drops his head back. Stifling a jerk of his hips.
“Tonight is supposed to be for you,” he grumbles softly, but you can see the way his fingers grip the arm of the couch.
“This is for me,” you murmur back. “Just let me taste you… Just for a little bit…”
His hand comes down to stroke your cheek. “I could never say no to you, krasavchik.”
You smile and lean in again.
You’re not quite used to his size yet, but you manage to get a decent bit into your mouth this time. And then you go still. Holding his cock on your tongue. Letting drool slide down the length of his dick.
He groans and lets his head fall back. Not quite relaxing, given how hard his cock is. But calming nonetheless.
And you just stay there. Letting the weight of his dick in your mouth slowly ground you. Letting your mind get fuzzier and fuzzier while your boxers get wetter and wetter.
Eventually, there’s not a thought left in your mind. You feel all floaty, warm, and tingly. There’s nothing but the quiet but desperate need to cum again.
You shuffle closer. He doesn’t say anything. He’s gone back to watching the movie, thumb slowly stroking your cheek. You shift a little to the side, nudging his boot with your knee.
He doesn’t even look down at you. He just lets you move his boot. You press yourself to the toe of his boot. Still no reaction from him. You rock against it. Nothing.
Slowly, you start to grind against his boot. Trying so hard to keep down the moans building in your throat. But they crawl their way up, the vibrations finally pulling Alexei’s attention back to you. He groans softly, his hips gently thrusting forward. Pushing his cock a little deeper into your mouth.
There’s no resistance. You take it easily, whimpering around him. He pushes in a little further. And then a little more.
As your grinding gets more intense, so do his thrusts. He keeps them slow, easing his dick in and out until his tip brushes the back of your throat. You gag a little and he starts to pull back. But you grab his leg, nudging yourself forward again until he’s almost back to where he was.
You force yourself to breathe, taking a moment to prepare yourself. Your dick rubs against your boxers in a delightful way, making you shiver. And then you’re taking him down as far as he can go.
It’s not all the way, but it’s close to it. And you gag, throat fluttering around his thickness. He swears, groaning and spitting curses in a mashed up mess of languages. He starts to move; quick little jerks of his hips. He’s not really pulling out, just fucking your throat with short thrusts.
You grind against his boot, humping it desperately as you start to get lightheaded. Your orgasm crashes into you, making your head spin and your brain go numb with pleasure.
Alexei pulls out, snarling as he cums all over your mouth and chin. Painting you white with his seed.
You lean against his knee as you take a moment to recover, panting as you catch your breath.
Alexei pulls you up into his lap again. Tugging you into a soft kiss that leaves you breathless all over again. He pulls back slowly, murmuring something so quietly you almost miss it.
“Mmm?” You gaze at him dazedly. A dopey expression on your face.
He chuckles softly and kisses you again. “I love you, utenok. My little Duckie.”
Warmth spreads through you. You grin, kissing a splotch of smeared cum from his lower lip. “Still not little.”
He huffs. But you continue, your voice softening. “But I love you too, ‘Lexei.”
His eyes shine at that. He pulls you against him, tucking your head against his shoulder. It’s a quiet moment. Something soft and perfect and yours.
You close your eyes and relax against him. “I love you, Alexei.”
His lips press to your head. “I love you too, dorogoy.”
EDIT: Although this fic was written with a more binary trans reader in mind, I'm hoping this fic will also be suitable for AFAB nonbinary people who are masc or male adjacent, which is where I might be at. I'm currently working dating hcs for Wallace with a nonbinary reader (which will be suitable for both AFAB and AMAB readers).
Relationship(s): Wallace Wells x transmasc!reader (romantic)
Warnings/info: Trans typical stuff, like dysphoria, transphobia etc. etc., sexual remarks, he/him pronouns for reader, headcanons were written in one sitting, when I was feeling not great. (Let me know if I need to add any)
(A/N: I've been reading a lot of Succession fics over the last few days. Last night I read a Roman Roy fic and for some reason it gave me this overpowering wave of dysphoria that I still have yet to fully recover from. Annoyingly, I have yet to actually watch Succession so this could have been avoided; I just think Kieran Culkin's hot and very gender so I couldn't resist pretending that someone with his face was my boyfriend. Reading about Roman made me think 'oh shit. Maybe I'm a flawed and pathetic little guy on the inside. But I just look like a woman who likes to kiss women and everyone treats me like a girl and uses my girl name and girl pronouns and that feels super gross and makes me want to live in a hole. Now I'm going to feel bad about that for the next few days.' So, yeah, I'm having another transmasc crisis that I'm using fanfiction to get me through. I figured Kieran Culkin started this, so I might as well write something featuring a character of his that I can actually write for. This is a self-indulgent and self-explorative treat for myself, but I hope that transmasc readers can enjoy this, too. If you'd like more Wallace stuff, trans stuff or Wallace AND trans stuff, feel free to send in a request. I really want to provide more fics for transmasc readers because you guys are super underrepresented (and, y'know, Papa Gonzo-rella wants to explore his gender a little more). Also, I swear that I will get around to watching Succession, and I more than likely will end up writing for it when I do.)
Respectfully, Wallace does not give a shit that you’re trans.
Of course, he doesn’t flat-out ignore it, because it’s part of who you are, but it isn’t an obstacle in your relationship by any means, and it doesn’t bother him in the slightest.
If you’re feeling dysphoric and/or otherwise insecure about yourself, he’ll pinch your cheeks and tell you how handsome and sexy you are.
If you’re feeling especially bad, like ‘not getting out of bed and hiding from the world’ bad, he’ll keep you company and say what he can to reassure you.
Being mushy and sincere truly isn’t his thing, so whatever he says will sound either slightly insensitive (but still pretty sensitive as far as Wallace goes), facetious or like he wants you to get over how you’re feeling so he can fuck you.
But, he genuinely doesn’t want you to feel bad and you can tell he cares, because otherwise he wouldn’t be there for you when you're feeling your worst.
Wallace is very affirming, but in his own Wallace way.
He lovingly refers to you as his lameass boyfriend.
If Scott ever compliments you about anything, Wallace will call him gay.
He will shout ‘gay’, like the Senor Chang meme.
"Hey, man, I like your shirt-"
"Ha, Scott's gay!"
"I-I'm not gay! I just like his shirt."
"What's wrong with being gay, Scott?"
"Nothing! There's nothing wrong with being gay!"
"You really need to work on your internalised homophobia, Scott. To think, my gay lover and I share a bed with a bigot."
If you’re doing anything that he knows will make you dysphoric or exacerbate your dysphoria (for example, scrolling through social media and looking at cis dudes that give you gender envy) he’ll shut it down.
Using the aforementioned example, he’ll snatch your phone off you and close the app, saying: “Nope. Make better decisions.”
And, while you’d initially be annoyed at him for grabbing your phone, you will appreciate it in the long run.
If you have testosterone shots but you’re not a fan of doing them yourself, he’ll begrudgingly help you with them.
He will make a very Wallace comment, though
“Stabbing? I didn’t know you were that kinky.”
If anyone’s a dick to you about being trans, Wallace is always ready to go with a snide remark about the other person, because of all the things you could possibly mock his lameass boyfriend for, being trans is at the bottom of that list.
(He should know, as the person who makes fun of you the most.)
Also, he cares about you very, very much and he doesn't want people being transphobic to his boyfriend.
If you’re cool with it, he will make trans jokes, but nothing ‘attack helicopter’ or ‘attack helicopter’ adjacent, because he’s too clever for that and he can come up with better material that isn’t just derivative, transphobic garbage.
If you get your period and it makes you at all dysphoric, be prepared for this exchange:
“Don’t worry. Scott pissed blood last month and cried about it and he’s still a man.”
“Did-did he go to the doctor?”
“I don’t know. He seems fine now, though.”
If you still have boobs and don’t mind them being touched or otherwise acknowledged, he will use them like a pillow.
If you decide to get top surgery, he will make the following request:
“Well, if you’re not using them, can I have them? I need a pillow that Scott won’t steal. And, he wouldn’t steal your tits, because he knows I’d call him gay for it.”
“Why are you like this, Wallace?”
“Selfish.”
Being trans doesn’t make your relationship much different from any of Wallace’s other relationships.
You’re just, for better or worse, another one of Wallace’s boyfriends.
plz...make a phenoman x chubby trans man reader and my life...is yours...
Notes and Daisies (Phenomaman x chubby!transmasc!Dispatcher!reader)
Warnings: Slight cursing (barely, like one, but I’m still gonna warn abt it), Reader was mentioned to be bullied in high school and has slight self-esteem issues, (alien) beauty standards, fluff !!! (Words: 0.7k)
(Author’s note: hi anon!! Hope you don’t mind this being a little shorter, but I did find it really sweet to write, and I’m hoping it’s enjoyable!! as always, please do not repurpose, steal, or otherwise misuse my work in any way, including anything involving Al.)
MY MASTERLIST
The folded note weighed heavily in your grip as you smoothed your thumbs over the creased paper.
It detailed when and where to meet the sender, but not the identity of who it was that left it on your desk while you were grabbing a drink from the vending machine.
And so, you stood, in the break room at 6:30 sharp, awaiting your so-called secret admirer. In all honesty, you’d thought everyone had grown up past that crap.
Your heart fluttered in your chest as you re-read it over and over, searching for some kind of hidden meaning in the polite, somewhat curt letter.
You half-expected it to be some kind of joke, like you were back in high school all over again. Kids were mean, you were an easier target than most… and the rest was history.
The sound of the door opening made you flinch, but the sight before you was even more surprising.
The famed Phenomaman, mustache and everything, holding flowers and looking like a nervous puppy.
“I believe I am not late.” He looked up at the clock, then back at you, “I hope you did not have to wait very long.”
“No… you’re on time.” You blinked, admittedly a bit shellshocked at the sight of the renowned alien-turned-superhero looking at you with the same eyes as a schoolboy on his first date.
“I see.” He nodded, stepping closer to be fully illuminated by the fluorescent lights above, “I am grateful you received the message.”
You bit your cheek, tilting your head.
“As I have disclosed, I… have developed feelings for you.” He stated, “Your form and your self-expression are admirable.”
Puzzled and albeit a bit flattered, you felt your face warm, as you muttered a quiet thanks.
You found yourself wordless, looking up at him with lots to say and no capacity to speak.
“Why—“ You stammered, “Um… sorry. Why me?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you dated Blazer for a while. I couldn’t be further from her, and I’m assuming your type is superheros. Why me?”
He tilted his head slightly to the left, shifting his grip on the flowers as the plastic surrounding them crinkled audibly.
“You are smart and capable, and very responsible with your team. I find that admirable.” He told you.
Unable to help it, you let out a quiet chuckle, nodding.
“I appreciate that.” You admitted, “I’m flattered. Honestly. And I shouldn’t assume you’ll follow the beauty standards we do, but…”
“There is no reason to discuss that.” He interrupted, which surprised you a little, before he seemed to notice and sheepishly added, “I am considered hideous in my home planet. I do not wish to harm others in the way it has harmed me.”
“That’s fair.” You raised your eyebrows, swallowing that lump in your throat as you questioned him further, “So, you’re… asking me out?”
“If you are willing to accept, these are for you.” He held out the bouquet, and you saw the flecks of soil on his hands and against the silken petals of the daisies that indicated he’d definitely pulled them from the ground.
Despite this, you couldn’t help but crack a warm smile, your heart continuing its incessant racing once again, and you nodded, accepting the gift with caution, hoping not to harm the flowers.
He seemed to light up at your acceptance of his offering, as moved to place a large hand over your shoulder.
“I wish to go on our date.”
“Oh, I— I gotta get home before it gets too dark.” You laughed softly, “But we can plan something.”
“I wish to schedule our date, then!” He stepped back, “Perhaps Saturday.”
“Saturday works,” You couldn’t help the fact that you were beaming at this point, “Here— do you have a phone?”
He rummaged around in his pocket, before pulling out a very new-looking phone, holding it as it were a foreign object.
“Do you want to exchange numbers?” He asked, to which you replied with a nod, holding out your hand.
He slipped it into your palm, and you quickly typed out your number, and sent a text through to start a conversation.
“Text me whenever,” You told him, with a wink, before you walked past him, “I’ll probably get back to you as soon as I can, but I do turn my notifications off while I’m sleeping.”
“Understoo—“ He began to speak, but was then silenced by you sneaking a kiss to his lower jaw, as you walked by.
And you saw him standing there, dumbfounded, as you made your way towards the exit, face still burning beneath your skin.
pick me up, pull ‘em down, turn me around - Alexei Shostakov x ftm!Reader
A/N: title is from the song Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter, which I will now forevermore associate with Alexei
Divider by @/enchanthings
Written for this request
CW: language; explicit sexual content; smut; Reader is not enhanced; Walker being an asshole; Reader has a nickname not explained in the fic; slight dom!Alexei; implied chubby!Reader; implied short!Reader; implied ftm!Reader; strength kink; making out; marking; ripping clothes; oral sex (Reader receiving); multiple orgasms; no aftercare; mentions of future rounds
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You knew you were fucked from the moment you saw him.
Yelena’s dad was a big man. Tall and broad and sturdy. He took up space in a way you longed to. He was loud and enthusiastic and unashamed of everything.
You wanted to climb him like a tree. Have him hoist you up with those big strong arms, bury his face between your thighs, and eat you out for hours.
You’re pretty sure you’re in love at this point.
You’re in the gym, taking a break from training with Ava. You’re not enhanced in any way; probably the most normal out of everyone on the team. And you’re sorely behind on training compared to everyone aside from Bob.
Alexei and Bucky are training across the room. You’re not so subtly ogling them. Sure, you’ve seen attractive guys before. But these two are a whole new world of sexy.
Bucky’s shirtless; his toned abdomen gleaming with sweat. His expression is hardened, gaze focused on Alexei’s next move.
And Alexei? He’s wearing a wifebeater and sweatpants. Somehow looking both confident and comfortable at the same time. He’d quieted down at some point; going from booming taunts to a calmer, more focused demeanor. He’s sweaty and grinning. You can see his stomach peeking out from under his shirt.
You’re vaguely aware of your own arousal. It thrums hotly through your veins, making your body ache with ignored need. Your boxers feel gross but you’re too lost in your daydreams to care.
All you can think about are Alexei’s massive thighs. And whether or not he’d let you ride them. Or maybe his massive fucking biceps, so thick and biteable. You’re practically drooling just thinking about sinking your teeth into the meat of his arm and—
“You know that they can hear your heartbeats, right?” It’s Walker. You shoot him a scowl before his words register.
“What?”
He nods. Tapping the side of his head. “Enhanced, remember? I hate to break it to you, Duckie, but you’re in a room with three super soldiers.”
You stare at him dumbly for a moment. Then you swallow. “Right, well, I’m just gonna—“
You scramble to grab your water bottle as you hightail it out of the room, face burning with embarrassment. Walker’s laughter following after you.
It’s not until later that you realize the full extent of their enhancements. And just exactly what that means for you and your daydreaming sessions.
The common room is quiet. It’s getting late and most of the team has retired to their rooms. You’re making yourself a late night snack, humming quietly to yourself.
You don’t look up when the elevator dings, but you do when heavy footsteps approach. You already have a stupid little grin on your face. “Hey, ‘Lexei.”
“Duckie.” He greets, voice deep but softer than usual. The nickname sounds nice coming from him. Like a quiet little shared secret instead of the irritating taunt Walker made it out to be. It sends a thrill down your spine
He takes a seat on a barstool, watching you finish up your late-night sandwich. The silence rests comfortable between you two for a moment as you eat.
Your gaze quietly flicks to him, watching him watch you. With anyone else you’d be self-conscious. But something about Alexei has always made you feel safe. It doesn’t matter that you’re in pajamas or that your shirt doesn’t quite cover all your stomach rolls. You don’t feel ashamed around him; something about his confidence that transfers over.
He’s proud of his size, of his strength. And it soothes your brain somehow.
He casually sets an arm on the counter, flexing enough to make the veins in his muscles stand out. And you promptly choke on a bite of sandwich.
You twist away, coughing, cheeks burning with heat. Your boxers, which you’d already changed once today, suddenly soaked with slick.
“Duckie?” Alexei sounds concerned. “Are you alright?”
“Mhm!” You whip back around, forcing a smile. Your eyes watering a little from your coughing fit. “Just peachy!”
He studies you for a moment, then scratches his beard. His expression is strange. Almost… sly. “When I was in Russia, I was adored by everyone.” His accent gets a bit thicker as he speaks and you internally melt.
You shift from foot to foot and nod, wishing you’d chosen anything but light colored pajamas to wear. You can already tell your boxers won’t last; you’re aching just from a few minutes around him.
“I had…” He spreads his hands wide. “… many lovers. I was a hero.”
Jealousy prickles in your chest at the mere thought of someone else getting his love and affection. But you keep your smile plastered on. “Oh, yeah? That sounds nice.”
He continues to watch you. After a moment, he huffs softly. “‘Lena says you are watching me during training.”
Your smile freezes. You cough and look away. “Huh. Weird. I wonder why she said that—“
“Duckie.” Alexei’s tone change is subtle, but it’s effect is catastrophic for you. It’s the quiet edge of hardness; the slight command to his tone.
You shiver, face growing hot. Your quiet, “Yes, sir?” just sort of slips out.
But the whole atmosphere seems to shift. Suddenly his gaze feels hot on your skin; a new sort of tension in the air.
“Do you watch me?” He asks. You swallow and nod. Gaze fixed firmly on the countertop. Your heart is pounding in your chest. Your breath fluttering in your lungs. Your heartbeat pounding between your thighs.
He scoots his stool back, heavy footsteps slowly making their way around to you. Thick, rough fingers slide against your cheek, lifting your chin up. Forcing your gaze to meet his.
“Duckie,” he says lowly. Voice all rumbly and delicious. You feel lightheaded at it all.
“Why do you watch me?” His grip is firm but not rough. Like even with the serum he knows just how much pressure you need.
“Coz you’re…” You gesture to him.
He quirks an eyebrow. “Do you find the Red Guardian to be… attractive?”
“Yes.” The word slips from your lips. And then it’s like the floodgates open. “Fuck, ‘Lexei, you’re like sex incarnate!” You gesture again, face hot. “You’re hot and I’m so horny all the time around you and I don’t know what to do about it and—“
His grip on your chin tightens and your words get cut off as he tugs you forward. He leans down, crashing your lips together in a heated kiss.
You moan and press up into it. His kisses are firm, steady and confident. You kiss back like you need him to breathe.
You coax his mouth open with soft licks of your tongue against his lower lip. The second your tongues brush, he’s groaning. Melting into the kiss and cupping your face like you’re all he’s ever wanted.
It makes you feel powerful. Wanted. Sexy.
He pulls back only to press his mouth to the column of your throat. He kisses slowly, sucking on your skin like he’s trying to mark you up. The thought makes you pathetically wet and you whimper his name. “‘Lexei, please…”
“For you,” he murmurs, “I’d do anything, Duckie.”
You really just meant for him to go back to making out with you, but when his large hands drop to your thighs and he hoists you up, you aren’t complaining.
In fact, your mouth drops open. You’re half certain you cum in your boxers just from that.
He sets you on the counter and runs his hands up to your tummy. “You are…” He shakes his head, gaze almost awed. “Magnificent.”
Your face heats. You duck your head, but he pushes your chin up. His gaze searching yours.
“May I?” He asks, low and quiet. You nod, not quite sure what he’s asking for.
The way he manhandles you is nothing short of mouthwatering. He shifts you around, nudging you to your knees. Your ass up in the air. He grips the back of your pajama pants and pulls at the seam. They rip with a loud tear, revealing your soaked boxers.
“‘Lexei,” you whine, squirming a little. But he lightly smacks the inside of your thigh.
“Shhh, Duckie.” He murmurs. Running his thumb along the damp fabric. Right over your aching dick.
You gasp and jolt. “Fuck!”
“I said, shhh,” he scolds. Giving you another smack. “You must be quiet for me, Duckie.”
You bite your lower lip and nod, stifling a whimper.
It takes a moment of awkward shifting and squirming, but Alexei tugs your boxers off you. Groaning the second he sees you all bare and wet for him.
He drops to one knee and pulls you to the edge of the counter, growling something in Russian.
“‘Lexei,” you whimper, bracing your hands on the countertop. “You don’t have to— Fuck!”
All thoughts of being quiet fly from your head as he licks at you. One long stripe, from your dick to your hole. Your hips jolt, but he keeps you firmly in place.
“Fuck, Alexei!” You gasp out as he starts to go down on you. Your toes curling as he sucks on your dick. “Just like that; oh god!”
“No god,” he mutters against you. “Only the Red Guardian.”
You can’t even huff in laughter at that. He presses one thick finger to your hole and you clench hard at just the tease.
“Please, oh god, Alexei, please!” You beg, dropping to your elbows. He presses his finger in and you cry out. Your head dropping forward against the counter as he slowly fucks his finger deeper into you.
You pant and moan, stars bursting behind your eyes when he crooks his finger just right and swirls his tongue around your dick. You don’t mean to cum so quickly, but you have no warning. Your orgasm smashes into you, making you arch against his hold.
He doesn’t stop there. He groans at the taste of your cum, lapping it up like he’s greedy for it. He presses in another finger, licking and sucking at the slick that spills from your hole.
You’re babbling, mouth dropped open. You can feel his beard rubbing against your sensitive skin and the scrape only adds to your pleasure.
”’Lexei,” you moan. ”’Lexei, fuck, that feels so good! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t—“
You cum again, a yell spilling from your lips. Your vision whites out, everything going hazy around you.
When your vision returns and everything feels less floaty, you weakly turn yourself around to look at Alexei. He’s smirking at you, but it’s somehow soft. He rests his chin on your hip; his hands gently rubbing your thighs.
You exhale and manage a shaky grin. “Okay, I’ll admit it. The Red Guardian rules.”
He chuckles and kisses your inner thigh. “You are a feast, Duckie. I would be delighted to do this again with you.”
“Alright.” Your grin gets bigger. “Promise?”
His answering look makes your stomach flip in anticipation. “Promise.”
NOTE: While this was written more with binary trans men in mind, I hope this is also suitable for AFAB nonbinary trans people who are masc, male adjacent or otherwise identify with masculinity in some way. I consider myself nonbinary and possibly transmasc, and I wrote this with myself in mind, too. I'm also working on an Alexis x nonbinary!reader set of hcs, for AFAB and AMAB enbies alike, so if this doesn't work for you, stay tuned for that!
Relationship(s): Alexis Rose x transmasc!reader (romantic)
Warnings: Dysphoria, other slightly negative trans-related stuff. (Let me know if I need to add any)
(A/N: So, I'm currently going through a transmasc crisis. Like, I still consider myself nonbinary, but I'm also considering the possibility that I'm more on the dude side of things. I always use the analogy of Kermit the Frog, who's technically a guy, but it's weird to class him as a man because he's a frog puppet thing. To help me experiment and explore, I'm writing some fics with a transmasc reader, since the thing that's got me stumped is struggling to imagine myself as a masculine person in a romantic relationship with any gender. I've already written a set of headcanons using this prompt about Wallace Wells, but I really want to write some more of these for a wider range of characters. I chose to write about Alexis because I'm honestly so in love with her, but I'm struggling to picture myself as a guy sorta thing in a relationship with a feminine woman. So, if you're a trans guy or transmasc looking for some more representation in the fanfic space, feel free to peruse my fandom list and send in a request! My last Schitt's Creek fic flopped but I'm also considering writing a short piece about being Roland and Jocelyn's trans kid and them being confused but supportive, so let me know if you'd be interested in that!)
Alexis has a pretty colourful dating history, as part of her pretty colourful life.
So, being trans doesn’t make you stick out like a sore thumb when comparing yourself to her past boyfriends.
What does make you stick out is the fact that you’re just some guy, and not Brad Pitt or Jared Leto or a prince of a country you probably wouldn’t be welcome in.
Alexis wouldn’t mind that you’re trans.
Even if you don’t pass or don’t present in an overly masculine way, it won’t even cross her mind that you’re trans until you eventually tell her, which would probably be when you’ve been friends for a while.
The revelation won’t change things between you, until you mention something trans-related that she isn’t that familiar with, like dysphoria or something.
I feel like Alexis has some blind spots when it comes to trans people.
She’s experienced a lot in her life, and I imagine she’s been acquainted with at least a few trans people in her time.
But, being trans isn’t her lived experience, and she can be a little oblivious to things that aren’t part of her lived experience.
So, when she can’t do or say anything to help you and can only pretend that she understands, she decides that she needs to learn more about trans people.
She’s too embarrassed to admit to you that she isn’t that knowledgeable about trans people beyond a surface-level understanding.
She’ll try to fill those gaps by asking David questions that he’s mostly equipped to answer as a queer guy who’s been around and dated plenty of trans people, including trans guys.
(She’ll act like she’s not asking for you, though David will quickly realise that’s why she’s so interested in trans people all of a sudden)
But, if/when she starts asking questions about what your transness means specifically for you, he’ll groan and send her away, suggesting that she ask you if you’re open to answering her questions.
She’ll also spend a few late nights on her phone and laptop doing research into trans people and how to support them, and as sweet as David finds it, he does not appreciate the noise of Alexis typing keeping him awake until 3am.
Her sincere curiosity is unexpected but endearing, and if you do end up having a talk with her about your transness, it will be a catalyst in getting you two together, because seeing how much she cares about understanding you makes your heart melt.
Fast-forward to when you’re together.
Johnny and Moira are also a little unsure about the whole trans thing when they find out about it.
Unsure as in ‘we haven’t met many trans people’, not doubtful of its validity.
They’ll go to David to ask him (since he’s the queer one in the family), but Alexis proudly and confidently answers them, much to everyone’s shock and amazement.
David is especially impressed.
Alexis is the epitome of that ‘if I had a lameass boyfriend I would hype him up so much’ post.
You’re literally just some guy, but she introduces you as her boyfriend with so much pride.
She is so supportive of you.
She will not let you be down on yourself, or she’ll absolutely try her best.
She showers you with compliments on a regular day, and this quadruples if you feel particularly dysphoric.
It means a lot because she is completely sincere with everything she says, and she’s naturally very good at saying the right things to make you feel better, even if you might expect her to put her foot in her mouth.
If you’re unhappy with your style, she’ll be beyond excited to take you shopping for new clothes.
If you’re not comfortable going clothes shopping in a physical store, she’ll send you links to clothes she thinks will look good on you but also fit in with your desired style.
David will also gladly offer his assistance, since he considers himself an expert in men’s fashion.
But, they will both reluctantly shut up if their input proves unhelpful to you and goes against what you want to wear.
I’d like to think that most of the residents of Schitt’s Creek would be indifferent to you or supportive of you, but on the off chance that you encounter any transphobia, Alexis will come to your defence with an “um, excuse me?”
If you need a gender affirming haircut, she’ll look into trans-friendly hair stylists and barbers in the area.
If you’d like her to, she’ll accompany you to your appointment, and if you’re more passive, she’ll be assertive on your behalf, because sometimes hairdressers suck at listening to what trans clients want and she will fight for you to have your ideal haircut.
And, when you get the haircut, she’ll give you a kiss and tell you how handsome you look.
If you want to get top surgery, she’ll happily help you do research into different surgeons and look into how to help you when you’re recovering.
Basically, she’s already more than willing to spend half of her day on her phone, and she’s happy to spend a lot of that time looking into trans-related things for you.
It’s more than clear how much Alexis loves you.
She’s your biggest cheerleader, and she’ll always be there to support you.
At the end of the day, you’re her boyfriend, and that’s all that matters.
