#bc i’m a self indulgent piece of caca

[dollarstore-writings]

trans!gundham tanaka x gender neutral! reader || fluff

pronouns: they/them

pronouns for gundham are he/they, and the readers pronouns are they/them! a small oneshot where the reader helps gundham out of his bindings and into something more comfortable whilst babying him bc i need some self indulgent gundham content rn. remember to bind safely for all my fellow friends out there that do so!

“gundham?” a small, hushed voice called out from the darkness, and gundham could feel his body tense at the sound. “i am here, my angel,” he said softly in return, sitting up. the poor boy felt his ribs being crushed beneath the pressure of his bindings, suffocating the air out of his words and his lungs.

“hey there, big guy,” you whispered with endearment laced into your words, carefully sitting on the edge of the bed where gundham lay. it was too dark for you to make your way through on your own, so you were glad you didn’t trip over anything on the way to the bed. it- unfortunately for gundham- wasn’t dark enough to mask his expression. you could see the tired, bothered look on his face, and your expression dropped from a smile to a concerned frown, “gundham you look exhausted..!”

your supreme overlord of ice huffed, a little out of breath, “i’m fine, dear y/n, just a little tired is all-”

“cut the act, tanaka, you’re still wearing your binder arent you?” you cut off, and gundham could only pitifully nod- a moment of hesitation wedging its way between.

“gundham, oh my sweet prince, you know it’s not healthy to sleep with it on,” you mumbled, scolding him like a mother scolds her child, worry and empathy melted into your words. gundham felt himself relax as your hands worked their way under his shirt, stopping just below his chest, “is this okay? can i touch you, my love?” your hands were hovering above his skin, just barely. you respected his discomfort for physical contact, and it made gundham feel cared for, knowing how gentle you were with him.

a blush rose to the poor boys cheeks, and he nodded, lifting his arms up so the shirt would slip off cleanly. you rubbed his shoulders, shifting your position so you were closer to him and better positioned for helping. you massaged his shoulders for a few seconds, before your fingers tucked themselves between gundhams skin and his skin-tone binder. “arms up, gundham,” you whispered, and your boyfriend complied, messily shuffling out of the binder. once it was over his shoulders, you pulled the rest of it off for him, watching as your dark prince sighed intensely with relief. it comforted you to see him so relaxed.

you looked away, letting gundham put his shirt on so he could cover the chest he so desperately kept hidden, placing the binder on the bedroom desk and spraying it with cologne so he could use it again tomorrow. “there,” you said with a relieved sigh, “now that that’s all settled, it’s bedtime!”

you carefully slipped into bed beside gundham, arms slowly wrapping around his waist, giving him the option to push you away as your head rested in the crook of his neck. “feel better, my love?” you asked, voice dripping with exhaustion and adoration for your boyfriend as a yawn began to form in the back of your throat. gundham nodded, putting his arms on top of yours and turning his head into you, pressing his cheek against your head, “much, thank you.”

“it’s really no problem,” you mumbled, sleep slowly overcoming you, “just promise next time you won’t try sleeping with it on. it’s extremely dangerous and could affect your chances of top surgery in the future..”

“yes but..” gundham started, voice trailing off into a shy, insecure whisper, “i don’t like feeling them.. the binder, makes me feel like they don’t exist.” he added quietly after, “and i didn’t want you to feel them while we were sleeping, i didn’t know if it’d bother you or make you think differently of me...”

you knew he was mentioning his chest, it was obvious, and it was painful to listen to. you loved your dark prince the way he was, and him saying these things hurt your heart to hear. “gundham, sweetheart, i love you for you, okay?” you started, tightening your grip carefully before releasing, nuzzling up closer to him, “you’re perfect, and i would never think differently about you over something like this. you’re handsome to me in any form you decide to take.”

at this, gundham felt his throat close up. he was at a loss for words, and slowly- carefully- he turned over to face you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. tears threatened to spill but he refused to let them, he didn’t want you to see him cry. “thank you, my dark paramour,” he mumbled, lips lingering on your skin for a moment or two before pulling away, “really i.. i don’t know where i’d be without you..”

you felt a blush creep up your neck and down your chest, and you giggled gently, pulling the boy closer to you and rubbing his cheek with your thumb, “you’re perfect gundham, regardless of however you may outwardly appear.” gundham let out a loud, signature chuckle, “well of course, i, gundham tanaka, supreme lord of ice and ruler of darkness, am made to perfection by hades himself!” you giggled again and kissed his cheek, “get to bed, gundham, we have school tomorrow..”

with a final sigh you fell asleep. , leaving your sputtering blushy mess of a boyfriend to recollect himself before he, too, drifted off, safe in your arms as you are in his.