Dean X Trans Male Reader - Blog Posts
Ya’ll, this fanfic is so wholesome and heartwarming- also a quick reminder to those who bind-TAKE IT OFF WHEN YOU NEED TO! I know it sucks but it’s better than hurting your ribs and back! Also do a few stretches and drink some water, Kay?
Hey hey if you’re looking for some quick fluff to write have a Dean x trans male reader where dean finds out the reader was wearing their binder too long and helps the reader out of it before just cuddling and helping the reader feel more comfy
Your request is finally here. I’m so sorry that this took too long to fulfill
Sitting across from Dean, he watches you slip a hand under your hoodie to adjust your binder as it has slipped up. “Have you taken a break?” He asked, getting your attention.
“Yeah, I’ve eaten and whatnot.” You shrug, going back to researching. “You know what I mean, baby.” He leans back in his seat, a frown on his face.
Stopping with the research, you bring your hands into your lap and look down to them. Your fingers begin to fiddle with the bottom of your hoodie.
Without looking up, but hearing his seat scrap against the floor, he walks to you to pick you up and out of your seat.
His hands rest on your butt as your legs are rested around his hips, your arms around his neck and your head rested on his shoulder.
Knowing the corners that Dean turns, you know he’s heading to the bathroom you and him use.
Sitting you down on the closed lid of the toilet, he starts to run the bath, adding bubbles. You smile at that, finding it cute that Dean adds bubbles and nice smelling things to this sort of stuff.
As the tub is filling up, he kneels in front of you to peel your pants off, leaving you in your underwear.
When his hands grab the bottom of your hoodie, you cover them with yours. “Sweetheart, we have to take this off, so we have a nice bath. And without your binder, it’s nothing I’ve ever seen before.”
Taking your hands off his, you let him peel the hoodie off to throw it where your pants are.
Seeing the uncomfortable look on your face, he nudges his nose against yours. “Guess what?” Dean whispers.
“What?” You say in the same way.
“You’re having surgery in a few days.”
In the bottom of his eyes, he sees a smile on your face. He feels your hands grab his to bring them to the bottom of the binder.
Getting it off, Dean quickly takes his clothes off whilst you take your underwear off.
Dean’s the first one in the bath before you get in and lean back against his chest.
After a minute of silence, you ask him a question. “Would you miss me having breasts?”
Dean looks down to watch you play with his fingers as his hands are on your thighs. “No, I won’t. As much as I was a ladies’ man, I’m now a man who is taken by someone who is more handsome than he is, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. I’m glad I found you.” He presses his nose against the side of your neck.
Sitting on the bed, you watch Dean fish out a pair of sweatpants and one of his hoodies for you to wear.
Kneeling in front of you, he slips the pants on you. When he looks up to see you having an ‘awe’ look on your face, he asks what you’re thinking about.
“How you’re helping me through this and taking care of me, even though you don’t have to, 24/7.”
“Well, I’m not helping you through this and not taking care of you because I have to, I’m doing this because I want to and that I love you too much not to do this.”
Standing up to his feet, he presses a kiss to your chest before slipping on his hoodie on your body. “Now, it’s time for some Dr. Sexy, snacks and cuddles.”