#transman!reader

[aristotlecoyote]

A fic for @drlickitysplitty

Abbot/transman!reader.

CW: detailed shot description, ouchie ouchie pain pain

Summery: Abbot gives you a T shot. Then give you a little kiss.

The upside of dating two doctors was that you always had someone to help with your T shots. The downside is that they insisted on doing it at the same time on the same day every single week. There wasn't really anything wrong with that, except you were afraid of needles and had a low threshold for pain.

Abbot kneaded at your outer thigh while you drew up the testosterone. If Robby were over, he would have insisted on drawing it himself even when you insisted on having some control over the process. You carefully cleaned the top of the vial then put the 18 gauge needle on the syringe. After you pulled the plunger down to the right dose and inserted it, drawing the thick oil was simple. So was the switch to a 25 gauge and took a deep breath. You could already feel the needle in your skin. The pinch and drag of it in the muscle. God how you wished your endo had allowed you to do sub-q instead of inter muscular. She insisted that it was a better place to begin though the absorption rates were negligible.

With all the air bubbles pushed out, Abbot cleaned the area. “You ready?” He took the syringe, held it at a 90 degree angle and once you nodded, he used a simple dart motion to get into the muscle. He aspirated it to make sure the needle wasn't in anything important. That part always made you cringe and flap a hand in an attempt at staying calm. 

When the plunger moved down, it pushed deep into muscle. It felt like Abbot was pushing honey into your leg. The ends justified the means. The pain brought you closer to what you wanted. The hot flashes, the sweating, the hunger. It was all normal. Robby and Abbot found it endearing. They gladly talked about all the trouble they got up too when they went through puberty. It made you feel better about the mood swings and the insane horniness that came within hours of a shot.

Abbot pulled the needle out, dropped it into the sharps container while you put the bandaid on over the site. You felt a little light headed as your partner rubbed your shoulder.

“Good job, champ.” Abbot pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Maybe I can try doing it myself next week.” You pushed a laugh through your nose.

“You always say that.”

[guessweseewhathappens]

Part One Part Two

Trying to ignore the concern he felt he busied himself with mindless work all day, that’s until dinner time rolls around and you’re not in the mess hall.

He focuses on his own meal as he chats with his men but when you’re still not there as the room empties he grabs a tray and heads to your barrack.

You open the door looking much the same as earlier, but he can tell he’s woken you up this time. Rubbing your eyes and yawning as you address him. “Cap..”

“Sorry kid, just checking on you again.. you weren’t at dinner..” He gently pushes the tray toward you, softer than earlier, mindful of your sleepy state.

A content hum leaves you as you take it. “Thanks..”

“Just- are you sure you’re okay..? It’s not like you to miss training and not eat dinner..”

Your nod is the most unconvincing thing he’s ever seen. “M fine..”

Looking at the floor is the only way to avoid his intense stare as he searches your expression. What you don’t expect is for him to crowd into you as he steps into your room.

“Sir-“ He plonks himself down at your desk, you quietly close the door.

“Talk, soldier. What’s the matter.”

“I told you..”

“Don’t take me for a fool, rookie, this isn’t a cold. What’s really the matter?”

“I..” You look away and he stands, appearing next to you in two long strides.

The large hand that falls on your shoulder has you melting under it slightly, leaning into his touch, leeching his warmth. “I’m your captain, I care about the wellbeing of my soldiers..”

“If I say.. you can’t tell..”

Suppressing a small smirk he nods. “I swear it, I won’t tell anyone anything they don’t need to know.”

“The medic won’t give me something I need..”

His brows furrow together. “What?”

You puff out a sigh and plonk yourself on your bed.

“Medication?”

“Kind of..?”

His arms cross over his chest, even more serious now. “Okay, seriously, get talking.”

You rake a hand through your hair. “Got transferred here for a reason.”

“Mm.. Laswell said you weren’t being challenged at your old base.”

The scoff that comes from you wasn’t what he expected. “Oh I was challenged plenty.”

He stays quiet, despite the countless questions forming, letting you continue.

“Got bullied by my old squad..”

“Bullied? For what? You’re the perfect soldier, always working hard, always making yourself busy, always-“

You cut him off, mumbling. “M’ trans..”

He freezes, brows furrowed in confusion before asking slowly, trying not to offend. “You wanna be a girl?”

You huff out a small laugh. “I WAS a girl.”

He looks confused for a moment. “Oh..”

“Yeah..”

“That’s not anywhere in your files.”

“Laswell changed it.”

“She.. what?”

“She’s my aunt, when she found out I was getting harassed she removed my birth sex from my file and transferred me..”

“I see.. so.. how has this made you ill..?”

You rake a hand through your messy hair, looking frustrated and getting upset. “The stupid medic at this base refuses to give me my testosterone injections.. The drop made my uhm.. made my period come back..”

@coolgardenerpolice

Will definitely make a part three to this at some point!! Anyone is welcome to ask to be tagged/be on a tag list for all posts!! :D

[untitledfanfictionsideblog]

raphael bg3 x trans man reader...theres nawt..enough fics of him let alone w queer readers/storylines💔 #iloveuraphael

Me and the Devil, Walking Side By Side) (Raphael x trans male!reader)

Warnings: sliiiiightly unbalanced power dynamic (but with Raphael what isn’t?), reader is mentioned to have gender dysphoria, general gay flirting :> (Words: 0.7k)

(Author’s note: RAHHHH RAPHAEL ‼️‼️ I confess I hadn’t written him before this, so I’m so sorry if it’s a little OOC!! For some reason I had Qcard going through my head while working on this, so if you see a bit of that dynamic, there’s a reason! as always, please do not repurpose, steal, or otherwise misuse my work in any way, including anything involving Al.)

MY MASTERLIST

It was the peaceful time of year in Faerûn, when the weather cooled down but the people kept getting warmer. When the crunch of snowy gravel beneath your boots was audible with every step.

Seated in your usual chair at the tavern not ten minutes from your home, and sipping on something spiced that seemed to warm you from the core of your chest outwards, you let out a soft sigh.

Things were calm, almost suspiciously so.

But the smell of smoke hit your nose, and you knew what was coming.

“Raphael.” You smirked, your mug raised to your lips to hide that smile, “Always a pleasure.”

“I see you’re catching on. You used to be so blind to my presence, until I announced myself.” He replied, his voice coming from somewhere behind you, before you heard footsteps coming towards your table.

He stalked into view, his stature oh-so-regal for the scoundrel he truly was.

“You are anything but subtle, are you not?” You laughed, “Sit down, devil.”

“Harsh words for a man who has done you no wrong.” He put on a face that seemed almost pleasing, as he pressed a hand over his heart and took the seat across from you.

You rolled your eyes, breathing in the cinnamon-infused steam rising from your beverage.

“You’re extra prissy today.” You remarked, “Have you finally lost a deal?”

“Not quite. They were quite slippery, but I kept them in my grip.”

“Always with the wordplay.” You sighed, “Well, I’m certainly glad you continue to be an egotistical maniac.”

“You have quite the mouth for someone who is also indebted to me.” He leaned closer to you on the table, one brow quirked in an inquisitive gaze that burned into your skin.

You huffed, getting to your feet as you crossed the table towards him.

“You always forget your end of the deal.” He laughed quietly, and you couldn’t help the corners of your mouth as they lifted slightly.

Raphael didn’t own your soul. In the beginning, he had tried, but you’d been stubborn enough to refuse his offers each and every time.

It’d started at a mage’s stall, where you found your pockets empty when attempting to purchase a scroll of Disguise Self. It was the quickest and easiest way to properly pass as the level of masculine you so desired, but it was also a very expensive fix.

And then he appeared. The devil, popping up beside you in the market, offering you a trade. A favour owed to him for the spell to be cast permanently.

And despite how tempting it had been, you’d turned him down. You had been taught the stories as a child, heard the songs and poems about not taking anything from a devil, let alone THE devil.

But he just kept appearing. Day by day, as you were going about your business, popping up with propositions. Tasks, debts, the requests on his part getting gradually smaller, until you began to wonder why he was even asking you at all.

With every surprise visit, you found yourself growing fonder of him, in some strange, loathsome way, and he very clearly felt the same.

The deal you finally took from him was simple. An end to your discomfort that had cost you so many scrolls, for something as simple as a kiss.

You were no romantic, but it was quite the temptation.

And so, today, you crossed the table for the umpteenth time, and brought him in for a quick kiss, your head tilting slightly as your lips interlocked.

He tasted like he always did. Like ash, whiskey, and something sweet. And as you pulled away, you felt his smile curl against yours.

“I do wish I could stay longer.” He sighed, the wistfulness in his voice so out-of-character that it brought a bubble of laughter up from your chest.

“I’m sure you have work to do, devil.” You murmured, “Please, stop by whenever you feel like topping up the spell.”

“Very well, you tease.” He guffawed, and you watched as he vanished without a trace, leaving you alone at your table with your cooking beverage, and the lingering taste of the devil on your lips.

[pompillar]

hi dear pom.

how do we feel about alan licking t-scars and getting drunk on boypussy filthy smut mayhaps?

kiss, kiss.

a fervent alan enjoyer

Ooo! Hello dear! I love this idea! I'll be referring to the bits with mostly afab terms or clit/dick since it wasn't specified past boypussy. If that's not okay I'll make edits just let me know. Let's dig into it shall we?

Obviously this is smut, mdni, Minors shoo!!!

Alan is one of the top five touch starved ghouls in this damn game. He's also one that I'm pretty sure doesn't care what his partner has, how they indentify, he just wants you safe and close by, but not too close! He doesn't wanna hurt you... but don't go too far? Please? Alan needs someone who refuses to be afraid of him hurting them accidentally. And if you are that person oh boy-

First off, kissing your scars. You kiss the scar on his brow right? Well this is him returning the favor. Once you two are comfortable cuddling and being shirtless around one another expect him to be enamored with your scars.

Typically they tell a story of a hard fought battle, and to him yours are no different. So he treats them with a soft reverence. Kissing them, rubbing his thumbs over them, licking and sometimes even nibbling. He could do this all day. Of course he also won't ignore your nipples. That's where he'd end up naturally in the flow of getting more and more turned on. His hands fisted in the sheets and giving you that fucking gorgeous stare, you know the one, where it feels like his eyes bore into your soul.

Always asks before he takes your pants off. He wouldn't want to assume you're okay with it if you aren't. You will have to remind him that you care about him and trust him. Oh god this man is so flustered by trust. It gives him that warm fuzzy feeling in his chest. You trust him? Him? Of all people? How did he ever get so lucky? And you're his boyfriend? Alan takes a minute to collect himself.

But he's nothing if not about service. So once the pants are off you best believe he's going to work. Legs over his shoulders, hands around your thighs to hold you open, so. much. eye. contact. He lives for the way you look at him as he takes in the scent of your arousal. The steely gray laser-focused on your face, your reactions, any sign of discomfort. Give him some vocal approval so he stops worrying so much.

His tongue is hot and heavy as it parts your folds, dragging slick up to your swollen clit/dick (Alan will call it whatever you want him to) His lips wrap around it and he sucks hard, trying to draw those sounds out of you. If he succeeds you'll see a hint of smugness before he starts this slow process, licking from your hole to your nub, sucking it before going back. You better stop him before he decides to spend an hour just like this. Tell him to go faster, do it like this, something. Give him a direction and he'll follow.

If you think you see his hips rock into the bed no you didnt... He'll distract you from that by sinking his tongue inside and reveling in the taste of you and the noises you make. All these pretty sounds just for him, because of him, he wants to make you scream for him now.

There's defintely going to be a finger or two slipping in once you're wet enough. Working your pussy as he licks and sucks you off. Those damned eyes still not leaving your face. Let him see how you come undone. And if he keeps going even after you've squeezed his fingers half to death he'll continue. His eyes are clouded over and there's a far off look as he keeps fucking going even after one, after two, he crooks his fingers just right and- there's three.

If you don't stop him he's not going to stop himself. Bring your space cadet back up for air with a rough tug to his hair. His face is covered in slick and saliva, panting open mouthed, cheeks flushed, eyes struggling to focus on your face.

When you offer to help him he snaps out of it and looks so embarrassed. There's no need for that. Why? Well clearly his pants are uncomfortably wet now. And if he doesn't go change them it's going to be a gross sticky mess when it starts to dry.

He will still try to lick you clean, and refuse if you try to clean him up. Are you trying to get him riled up enough for round two? Give him a break... oh you are? Well hope you didn't have any plans later. You and Alan are going to be in your room for a whiiiiiiile.

Yay first drabble with a trans reader on this blog! I hope it was good, I banged this out in like an hour after getting this ask and holding it close to my chest like a small precious kitten. Anyway hopefully Alan wasn't ooc and this quenched your thirst a bit. (who am I kidding there's no quenching the thirst for this man have you seen his eyes???)

[archive-of-note]

so a loooooonnnggg while ago, i saw a post by @max--phillips , it was a trans!Ezra headcanon (that i connot find to link) thing and it was adorable af. as a trans man myself, i am well aware there are very few, very very few, reader fics catered to trans folk, so heres some silly fluff.

biggest warning, needles. second biggest warning, fluff, like so gd fluffy

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“Gemstone.”

A large hand grabs your shoulder.

“Firefly…”

It begins shaking your mostly sleeping form.

“Few more minutes…” really, it’s the first time in cycles you’ve had the opportunity to sleep in.

“I require your assistance.”

That wakes you up even more, but still you just want to sleep.

“It is a delicate matter, of which I fear I lack the necessary dexterity.”

Your brow furrows as you finally roll over and blearily look at the man.

His shape is blurry, but you don’t need clear vision to know it’s your loquacious partner.

“Ez,” you swallow, grimacing at the taste of morning breath, “what time is it?”

“The hour is not so important, but I wish to start my day, and unfortunately I cannot complete my necessary routines.”

You scrunch up your face, wondering what on this Kevva blasted morning he could possibly need help with.

“It is Tuesday.”

Tuesday?

What’s that-

Ohhh.

“I thought you were using gel patches?”

You push yourself up until you’re sitting, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you finally wake up properly.

“I was, but I found them less effective then I wished for them to be.”

Yawning, you nod along in understanding, shots do tend to work faster. Hell your voice dropped within your first ten.

“I have all the required equipment,” you snort at his most definitely unintentional joke, “I simply need assistance in administering the medicine.”

Again you nod, “Alright, just give me a bit, need to wake up properly.”

Ezra hums, kissing your temple. “I have set up shop in the privy.”

Huffing out a small laugh, you catch his lips with a light peck.

The house you live in is quite nice considering your former employment, his floating and your collection of odd jobs and ends.

On the smaller end, two beds and a bath, and a decently sturdy shed you, Ezra, and Cee all got standing in the back.

They’d made it off of that moon, that verdant hell that you would not hesitate to obliterate, with pockets filled with chunks of Aurelac.

Not so much as to have someone at your beck and call, but enough to find a nice spot to lay down some actual roots, to live comfortably with little worry as to when and where your next meal would be.

“Did you return to Morpheus, firefly?”

“No, just-“ you’re cut off with a yawn, “just smelling the roses.”

Shuffling to the bathroom your met wit a frankly adorable sight.

“So impatient Ez.”

He’s got one foot on the toilet lid, and the other on the space of tile between the two bath mats. Between his teeth is the still packaged needle as he tries to shimmy his waistband beneath the very subtle curve of his ass.

He glares at you, and even if it wasn’t playful, the green and white package between his teeth really removes any possible menace.

You walk in and grab the sealed syringe from his mouth.

“You could have broken this you know.” Placing the needle on the edge of the sink you dig through his kit looking for little alcohol wipes.

“I have more.”

Rolling your eyes you find the box of prep pads and one of the small vials.

“Thats not the point,” you disinfect the vial lid, “you do it once, you do it twice, the next thing you know it’s a habit and you accidentally break your last needle.”

“Do you believe me to be so reckless?”

You don’t dignify that with an answer.

Grabbing another pad you try and find where the thickest part of his butt is.

“Put your foot down, your ass is small enough already, don’t make it harder by flexing.”

“It is not small,” he drops his foot from the toilet lid, “I believe we agreed that it was perky.”

Chuckling you squat right behind him, “No, you said it was perky, I neither agreed or disagreed.”

“Silence is often agreement.”

“True,” you wipe what seems to be the fleshiest part of his butt, “but the cat is neither dead or alive until properly observed.”

He huffs, “Please, focus on the task at hand.”

Giggling, you do just that. Making sure there are no errant bubbles in the prepared solution.

“Okay, ready?”

He shifts his weight to one leg and takes a deep breath.

“Ye-“

He gasps at your sudden jab, but you know it hurts less when you’re unaware.

“Now I recall why I rarely asked for your assistance.”

Standing you find the cap to the needle, “Why? I’m already done.”

He turns and stares at you like a petulant child. “You needn’t be so rushed.”

Giving him a side eye, you smile, “If you want me to touch your butt you can just ask.”

He makes a face before roughly pulling up his sleep pants, “I will be in the shed,” he walks around you, pointedly keeping his stare straight ahead.

Since you’re up now, you begin your own morning routine, and when you finish, you find Ezra has just finished getting properly dressed as well.

“Ez.”

He doesn’t acknowledge you.

“Ezra.”

He roughly yanks up his remaining sock.

“Sunspot,”

His movement falters.

“I’m sorry for poking you.”

He stands up, and takes a deep breath. “Im not mad firefly,” a subtle tension that was beginning to grow in your chest vanishes.

He steps toward you, “I simply prefer a more substantial warning before being penetrated.”

You can’t hold back your snort.

“There he is,” His sole hand rises and cups your cheek, “my light in the dark.”

You bite your lip, attempting to stave off what you know will be an atrociously goofy smile.

“Ah, no,” he grabs your chin, “none of that, let me see the brilliance that is your joy.”

You let your lip go, he smiles right back at you.

“A sight worth more than any measly rock, or exotic spice.” He kisses the tip of your nose.

“Oh, hush, you’re already in my home and my bed.”

His smile grows, his eyes crinkling in delight, “And I hope to stay as long as you’ll have me.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, “Then prepare to stand with me as the stars go dark.”

Humming, he presses his forehead to yours, “Hmm, certainly heaven.”

[moonlit-imagines]

warnings: binding/overbinding

a/n: i am genuinely so sorry if i wrote any of this incorrectly! please let me know!

requested by anonymous

“Hey, you haven’t taken your binder off in...” Murphy himself couldn’t recall the last time you’d taken the piece off to relieve yourself of some pressure. “A while.”

“Not sure, but I feel fine.” You assured him, lying through your teeth. Your back and chest were aching more than usual, breathing had become a struggle.

“C’mon, y/n. It’s okay to take a break.” Murphy’s voice gently coaxed you to take care of yourself for a change. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, you can understand that. Like, what if the next time we’re running for our lives, you have to slow down because you can’t breathe because your ribs are bruised?” He did make a compelling case.

“You’ll carry me?” You suggested while cracking a smile and accepting his reasoning. You reached for the clasps around your side and began to undo the binder.

“I would if I had to...”

taglist: @alwaysananglophile // @cullens-stuff // @johnmurphyisqueer // @pappydaddy // @captainshazamerica // @ravenmoore14 // @thisetaernallove // @ofthedewthesunlight // @myloveforbellamyblake //

[jynzandtonic]

Just saw your snaccs with transmasc!reader (which I adored) and was wondering if you'd be willing to do some thots on gender-affirming lovin' with transmasc!reader and Flip and/or Charlie?

Oh, dear friend, it makes me so happy to hear you enjoyed that post xoxoxoxo 🖤

SO. Trans bodies can look so many different, wonderful ways—and there’s absolutely no hierarchy within that extremely wide spectrum. Whether or not you’ve chosen to undergo gender-affirming surgery or HRT (or if you've had access to), the “right way” to have a trans body is the way that makes you feel like your truest self. Same thing goes for the language you choose to talk about your body parts—it’s about what makes you feel comfortable, confident, safe, and grounded. 

When it comes to writing in smutty lovin’ in ficlet form (thots), I’d never want to imply that there was a “right way” to have a transmasc body by making choices about what equipment you are or aren’t workin’ with, nor would I want to choose specific language that might feel squicky when talking about your bod—I hope that makes some sorta sense. 🖤 You’re under NO obligation to tell me about your specific sitch/preferences, of course (!!!), but know I’m all ears if you’d like to xo.

In terms of more general headcanons, though, I’ve been thinking a lot about our favorite undercover detective…

Flip strikes me as the type of dude to absolutely lose - his - shit when people repeatedly deadname or misgender you. I’m talkin’ like, the red mist descends, and he’ll be up in their face with his teeth bared, snarling “THAT’S - NOT - HIS - FUCKING - NAME,” and you having to be like *nervous laughter* YEP okay thanks bud appreciate the solidarity TIME TO GO! *yanks him away by the flannel before he tears their limbs off*

That, and pulling whatever strings he can to get your government documents to actually fucking align with your gender, ‘cause that shit’s an absolute nightmare. Good thing the grannies who work at the Colorado Springs DMV like him so much—and you, too, by extension. 

[awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands]

No crying on your birthday ( Duff x trans man! reader)

A/N: This fic is for @smokeandmirrorz​, because he wanted more trans man read especially with Duff, so there it is. Also I’m cisgender so feel free to point out my mistakes/misconceptions, I’m here to learn and to make all my beautiful trans men followers feel represented and happy

You got up, groaning quietly. You were up already for a while, and your mind kept telling you how fucking feminine you looked. Dysphoria was not something new in your life, but for fuck sake, it was your birthday; you were supposed to be happy and cheerful, not disgusted and wanting to cry as first thing in the morning. You looked at your boyfriend Duff sleeping peacefully. He didn't deserve to be woken up by your complaints, so you decided to go to the bathroom and having your good cry, even if it was your freaking birthday.

Duff woke up to a cold side. You were gone, and he could hear some movements in the bathroom. He was so angry that dysphoria didn't fucking let you have a happy birthday. You were the most handsome boy on Earth, it didn't matter if you were not born one. He always wished he could help more, of course he could have never fully understand what you were going through, but he tried his best to show you how much loved, cared and a male you were. He decided to leave you some space, while going to make you some breakfast to take you to bed. Duff loved to treat you right, buy you stuff, take you to date, showing you off to his band mates, he adored your domestic life, all the little things that made you his perfect boyfriend.

Duff finished and brought it upstairs right on time because you were exiting from the bathroom.

"What's that?" You asked.

"Our breakfast in bed. Happy birthday my love!" He said, kissing you softly.

"I'd love this birthday more if my brain didn't tell me how freaking feminine my hips looked or that I have freaking boobs!" You complained annoying.

The tall blonde hugged you tightly, then he made you look into his eyes.

"You are a man. Nothing else can change that, and most of all you're my amazing boyfriend. So now we will eat breakfast in bed and I'll make you feel like the prince that you are!" He said firmly, and you couldn't help but smile at his words.

"I love you so much baby" You said as you sat on the bed and started eating.

"I love you more" He replied while taking you in his arms.

You cuddled a bit after that, your head still a bit full of thoughts but a bit lighter since your boyfriend was whispering sweet nothing into your ear.

"I have a gift for you." Duff whispered sweetly, while moving his arms to grab a bag, still holding you.

You opened it impatiently, finding a new binder in it. "I know you want to use only your transition founds but your old one was loosing up so it was the perfect gift." The bassist explained and you smiled widely.

"So that's why you needed my measurements. It's amazing babe, I'm speechless. Thank you so much." You kissed softly his lips.

"Well you better put it on because we have to go to the new mall, to visit that cool rock clothes shop and that new record store. Oh, and we will have lunch at the restaurant by the sea!" Duff said excited, so happy to have planned the perfect day to spoil you.

You looked him full of love, putting your binder on, feeling a bit more confident than earlier.

You two held your hands together even once you entered into the clothing shop. A polite shop assistant asked  you if she could help you, addressing both of you as “sir” making your heart full of happiness. However, it was short-lived because every shirt and pair of pants you tried seemed to make your hips way too visible.

“You look so good in this leather pants” Duff said, hugging you from behind.

“My hips are huge in this!” You groaned, hiding your head in your boyfriend’s neck.

“You look perfect. And with the shirt you tried earlier, you look even hotter. I know your brain is being mean today but just listen to your boy, okay?” He said sweetly.

He always seemed to know how to calm you down, making all the bad thoughts that were running in your mind to stop for a bit. You had to admit that you looked good in that outfit after all, you felt very badass and Duff’s dreamy gaze every time he landed his eyes on you, convinced you to buy it.

“ I want to pay for the records, baby” Duff casually said, as you two were entering the record store.

“ But you had already given me a gift, and you’ll certainly pay our lunch. I don’t want you to spend this much!” You replied a bit worried.

“Hey it’s your birthday, and you deserved to be treated right. So no arguing with me, pretty boy!” He shot back with a smile. He totally knew how to make your heart melt.

You two were holding hands while you scanned all the sections. You get the occasional glare “is it a boy or a girl” from random people, and you had to admit that it was making you a bit comfortable.

“ Why can’t I fucking pass?” You whispered frustrated, looking at the records to distract yourself.

“ It’s okay. People like to judge everything that they see, but I can guarantee you that not passing for them, won’t make you any less of a man!” Duff stated, then he passed you a record. “ Look, it’s the one you talked about on our first date.”

“ Do you still remember that?” You asked surprised.

“Well, you said that the singer was hot and I felt very jealous!” He said while paying for your purchase.

You couldn’t help but laugh, as usual your boyfriend always tried to lift you up with jokes and you were so grateful for that, because if your brain was trying to make this birthday miserable, Duff was doing everything in his power to make it better.

“So where are we going to eat?” You asked curiously.

“ Put on this, because it’s a surprise!” The blond smirked, handing you a bandana.

“You’re crazy Mckagan!”

“Only for you, baby boy.” He replied chuckling, and covered your eyes.

His secure hands placed on your shoulder and the constant dad jokes kept you pretty distracted, so it seemed like it hasn’t passed much time when Duff put off the blindfold.

You were at the beach, the sea looked amazing with the sun shining through it, and a picnic blanket at your feet.

“I thought that we could enjoy a simpler but more romantic lunch. I cooked something easy because I totally get this idea this morning and I lied to you because I wanted it to be a secret.” He admitted, smiling.

“Only Duff Mckagan could have done something like that, but I freaking love it!” You said, hugging him tightly.

He picked you up and made you sit on his lap, while taking out the food.

“Am I too heavy?”

“Baby boy you’re literally so tiny, so no way.”

“I’m not tiny, I’m scary” You said crossing your arms and trying to make an intimidating face.

“Look I’m shaking!” Duff mocked you, kissing your nose.

You decided to not argue back and eat the very tasty sandwiches your boyfriend made, as he put his arms around your waist. The two of you stayed in silent as you looked at the sea, completely mesmerized by it.

You were so lucky to have Duff as your boyfriend. Someone who loved you, someone who was willing to put up with your shit, you wondered how he was still here after everything. How he could love all of you even if you couldn’t.

“Hey no sad thoughts today, it’s a big day!” He whispered sweetly in your ear.

“ They were not sad thought, I was thinking about how I’m lucky to have somebody like you that want to put up with this” You said pointing at yourself.

“This is just a wonderful and amazing man, strong and hot, that I love very much.” He said firmly, looking at you in the eyes.

And it was at that moment that you realized something.

“ You know I loved the binder, the clothes, the records and this lunch, but I’ve just understand what is my favorite birthday gift!”

“ What is it?” Duff asked curious.

“ You babe, you’re the most amazing gift I could ask for. You’re perfect Duff Mckagan.” You replied smiling. He cupped your face while placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Y/N, you just can’t imagine how fucking I love you and how I’ll always be there for you no matter what. You are my boy!”

You didn’t reply this time, you just took the compliment as you kissed him again on the lips.

Your day started with dysphoria kicking in and you were sure that it wasn’t going to get away too soon, but with Duff at your side, you felt like you could beat it.