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Love You No Matter What

Daryl Dixon x Transmasc!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst, dysphoria, unsafe binding methods, mentions of transphobia? Reader being insecure, horribly written southern accent, ooc daryl? sorry this is kinda bad

Sorry about this being kinda rushed I just had the idea and wanted to wright smth self indulgent.

The hot Georgia sun beamed down onto the broad shoulders of the man next to you, beads of sweat forming on the flexing muscles of Daryl's arms. Your eyes unfocusing from the fence of a pigpen you two were working on guiding to admire him, they trailed up from his arms to the collar of his worn tank top. The fraying seams giving way to his neck and the edges of his unruly dark hair, all the way up to his stormy eyes.

Slightly shaking your head, you tried to concentrate on the task and hand to get out of this heat as soon as possible, and not on the captivating sight of your boyfriend.

You had harbored feelings for the southern man since the second he pulled you away from a herd of walkers at the quarry camp. He had felt the same way, enthralled by the way your eyes caught the sun rays like stained glass, the small scars that littered you like the words on a novel and, he could have gone on forever, but he would never admit out loud. It hasn't been till the fall of the CDC that you both truly realized your feelings for each other were mutual. From that point on you had an unspoken bond, not a label, it didn't matter in the apocalypse, but you were together, a packaged deal.  After sleepless nights on the road, the scare of his brush with death at the farm and whispered conversations in your shared cell in the prison walls, you and Daryl were nothing if not in love. Yet out here in the striking heat of the prison courtyard, a spike of pain from your ribs right under the tightly wound bandages of your chest was a stark reminder of the one thing you were too scared to divulge to the man who knew everything about you.

The fence finally completed, rose to his feet, offering on hand to help you and your accompanying tools up with him.

"Y'all right there?" his southern drawls laced with a hint of worry and you wobbled a bit on your feet.

"It's nothin', just lost my balance a bit" you smiled at him, a bit of a laugh in your voice as you saw the way his bangs stuck to his sweat covered forehead in a heart pattern.

"Good, can't have yeh' gettin sick out here cus of some bastard sun" He placed the tools into his own hands and you two trudged up the hill the cold prison walls. Just imagining the cool stone and water that waited for you there was putting a pep in your step.

Entering your shared cell you flop onto the bed, arms stretched above your head to relieve some of the pressure on your shoulders after the day's work as the taller man beside you goes to lay next to you. Even though you love him with all your heart you still throw the pillow at his face.

“Shower first dirt man”

He shoots you a mock offended look before giving you a kiss anyway, and heading on his way to the showers.

“The things i do for you” You can hear his slightly annoyed tone under his breath as he leaves and you smile.

Now alone in the makeshift room that is the prison cell you close the curtain in front of the barred doors as some sort of privacy. Peeling your shirt off slowly the bandages you had been using since the beginning of the end wound tightly around your chest where now revealed. Angry red marks peaked from tier edges as you tried your best to ignore their stinging. Untying the knot of the bandage gingerly you began to unwrap the cloth, each time relieving a bit of the pressure on your ribs but increasing that feeling of dysphoria uneasiness that settled in your stomach. It was slow, each layer of bandages painstakingly unraveling into your hands. Too focused on the task at hand the heavy footsteps growing closer in the prison hallway reminded you of the unknown to you, until the jerk of the curtain being pulled aside brought you back into reality. Holding the portion of unraveled cloth close to your still bound chess you stared into Daryl’s eyes like a deer in headlights.

His dark hair still dripping slightly onto his threadbare tank top, his eyes raked over you in worry, quickly approaching you even as you began to startle back, there was slight anger in his gaze as well, scaring you even more than he had startled you.

“Y/n wha’ happened” His voice was stern with the slight hint of fear he had used anytime you were injured.

“Did this happen on the last run? We gotta get you to Dr. S” He again walked over to reach for you, not understanding the way you slightly cowered with your arms firmly gripping your upper torso.

“Daryl I'm not, I'm not hurt it ok, dont worry Im fine '' The words stumbled out of your mouth with a tint of fear and uncertainty you'd never used with him.

“You got bandaged coverin half your body can you expect me not to’think your hurt!” His tone raised slightly and you knew he was worried, but you couldn't tell him, you didn't know how.

Your eyes started to wet as you sunk to the floor, you were strong, you always were, but with this it felt like a hit to the back of your knees. You could almost feel the hesitation and concern on his face when he knelt down next to you. 

Daryl was never good at comforting people, but seeing you on the verge of tears he was trying his best. Your body stiffened slightly when one of his strong arms wrapped around your back, but you melted into his touch quickly as his rough voice spoke with a softness barely anyone had heard.

“S’alright sweetheart, m’sorry for yellin” Your brain almost couldnt for the words to tell him it wasn't his fault, he had done nothing.

“D, it isn't that” Your voice wavered in the conversation you were starting.

“I really ain't hurt, it's just..” Trailing off your words got caught in your throat, it was almost petrifying. You knew Daryl, you knew he was accepting, that he would do anything for you, but that fear of rejection’s grip was tight on your heart. The confused tone in his voice was evident as he ushered you to go on.

“I wasn't born like you,

like a man”

The words escaped your throat, strangled and painful, shaking at the thought that this could be it, he wouldn't be ok with it, it would be the end of everything you've fought so hard to build together. 

“Oh sweetheart” His voice was softer than you anticipated, his calloused hand holding your face up with a touch gentler than a down pillow. Your teary eyes met his stormy blue ones and you could almost see every emotion, every unsend word, every feeling he held onto behind them. Your faces close, he sounded almost like a whisper.

“That ain't stoppin’ me from loving yeah” You could have died happy right there, tears breaching the border of your eyelashes and flowing down your face, your lips formed into a smile, it was ok, he was ok with it, he's not mad.

Daryl's gaze turned to worry at your sudden crying but your hands not matching his own on your face you lips met. The closest you could have been to your hearts being connected the kiss was soft and passionate and you couldn't have thought of a better outcome.

Fun fact of the post:I just got a super cute hellokitty airpod case (^-^)

Sanji x transmasc reader, smut, gentle dom? Aaaaa idk how request fully work!!

Hi i rlly wanna do this but I don't know what ur dysphoria triggers are. I tried asking on subreddits and searching it up but it all jsut said everyone is different. This is kinda an old request ik but if ur still there and can say what ur comfy with and not that'd be rlly helpful since ive seen posts about how fanfic can trigger dysphoria and I don't want to bum someone out. If you dont respond Ill just have to write it as best as I can tho, so if i trigger something cant rlly do much about it. Smut and a bottom transmasc reader is more complicated since theres more genitalia involved and thats more personalized than just avoiding describing feminine clothes or nicknames.

Could you maybe write a transmasc fic with a little spice of praise and degrading?? (There aren't enough transmasc fics 😓) you can also add your own little bedazzle to it ofc <33

Pretty Boy

nsfw

just schlatt fucking his boyfriend with love lolsies

afab reader, mentions of top scars, calling you his handsome boy, praising, calling you his slut/whore, p in v, daddy kink!

a/n; hii! okay.. erm im gonna be honest im not really great in this ff 😭 but yk i hope u enjoy it :))

you chuckle softly, getting ticklish as schlatt press kisses on your stomach, " my very very handsome boy " he whispers at you as he fixes your dark curly hair

" you're so fucking handsome " schlatt added, cupping your cheeks, as he presses smooches all over your face, as he slowly thrusts in and out of you as you moan in reply

" ah.. jay.. " you moans softly, as he continues to kiss you while his hips rolls gently and slowly

" you take me so well baby " schlatt continues to leave trails of kisses on your cheek until it reaches your neck as he pauses, " you smell so good " schlatt smiles before pecking your neck

" i think i'm buying you more of these " he teases you, as he holds up your leg, resting it on his shoulder, deepening his thrusts as you moan

" oh my god... jay, " you whimper out, as you gasp, feeling his teeth on your skin as your firsts ball up, gripping on his covers, schlatt groans out, slapping your thigh, gentle, " fuck.. dont tighten up slut "

your face flushes red, " my fucking handsome whore " jay mutters, as he continues to thrust, trailing his lips across your torso to put a stop as he reaches your chest

pecking on your top scars, his eyes staring at you with admiration, " i love you so much toots, im so fucking proud of you " he smiles

as he leans back, his hand trailing on your scars, " so fucking proud of you, so prettier with these " he added as he picks up his pace as you were a moaning mess

" i..i love you too " you hiccupped, schlatt always liked missionary, so he can admire how pretty you are, your teary eyes, your scars on your chest, your beautiful.. beautiful face

you throw your head back as he took you off guard, suddenly slamming his dick inside you again, his pace faster than ever as you were a mess under him

" ah ah ah ah oh my god- ah.. j-jay oh my god " you moan out, as schlatt grabs your hands, gently pinning you down as he mercifully continues to fuck you dumb with his cock

" my fucking pretty boy, such a fucking whore for my cock " he mutters, " does the pretty boy love his daddy so much? "

" yes, yes, oh my god, daddy yes- " you sobbed out, nodding as he plunges into your hole as if it's nothing, skin slapping, sweating and moaning fills the room

" daddy... daddy.. please.. please im about to cum " you manage to whimper out as he nods, " yeah? be a pretty one and put on a show for me alright? " he whispers

suddenly lifting you up, placing you on his lap as he places his hand on your back for support, " fuck.. baby boy.. i think im fucking cumming "

" ngh- ... fuck! " you scream out, your body shuddering as you release your orgasm whilst schlatt's penetrates your hole with his semen, filling you up