#ftm!gaz

[rawme-price]

No thoughts just ftm!kyle who loves helping ftm!reader transition....

Everything that makes you nervous about transitioning when you start out, gaz is more than happy to help with.

He buys you what seems to be an excessive amount of binders, insisting that finding the right one is essential for you. Hands sweeping over your chest after he catches you wearing one for too long "I know it feels good, baby, but you need to take breaks, yeah? Mmh, I know its sore, let me help–"

When you get approved for hrt shots, kyle is right there. He administers your testosterone like he assembles a rifle. Quick, efficient, practiced. Never once do you feel nervous when kyle has his hands on you, murmuring "can't wait to see how you change, handsome. So nice, letting me help you, hm?"

You're sure he enjoys it just as much as you, if the way he insists on making out afterwards is any indication. Oh, and he's more than willing to help you with the sudden libido spike, fingers slipping into your boxers to note with pride "your dicks already so big! Mine took forever to grow. You're a natural, man."

Kyle loves seeing the man you're becoming, celebrates it everyday. Never once does he make you feel ashamed of choosing happiness, not like other people in your life.

At night, when you two cuddle up in his bed, you wonder why you were ever scared to transition in the first place.

[sirbonesly]

Kinktober Day 9

Prompt: Exhibitionism (kind of) Characters: Gaz/Soap

look at me, posting two consecutive days that are correct. I'm on fire, don't expect it again.

@anonmousegosqueak @writer-fennec @ihaventgotaclue-really @sheissopink

“’Nother round on me!”

Gaz’s voice rings out across the table, his mates giving varied reactions— a raised glass from Price, an eye roll from Ghost, and a cheer from a very drunk Soap. The scotsman is easily the most effected of them all, but that happens after nearly three glasses of scotch and a beer, already working on his second beer. Gaz and Soap are pressed hip to hip, crammed into the small booth because Soap has no sense of personal space, deciding that Gaz’s lap is his end goal. And really, Gaz should stop him, but he’s also a few beers deep, words slurring together and mind coated in a thick fog.

The jokes float easily between the four of them, drinks getting set on the table by a cute waiter that Gaz eyes up for too long to be normal. Too long in Soap’s opinion it seems, because the man is grabbing his chin, thick fingers digging into Gaz’s cheeks a little too hard, their faces too close together. He’s saying something, probably complaining about the lack of tail they’ve both been getting from the birds around the bar, but it all fades into the background as Gaz sees that mouth.

A scar cutting across his chin, almost a mirrored version on the other side, lips chapped from the mission they got back from in the early hours of the morning, eyes red from a lack of sleep and alcohol. Gaz really can’t be blamed for the way he leans in, especially not when Soap shuts up for once and closes the gap.

They move together like they do on the field when paired together, chaotic and in sync, predicting each other’s next move with pinpoint accuracy. Gaz is already pushing his drink away as Soap climbs onto his lap, the drunk scotsman struggling to fit between the table and Gaz’s torso. On the other side of the table, Ghost and Price watch them with annoyance and pushed down desire, both muttering about their sergeants’ behaviour in public.

They’re both ignored, the two younger men already grinding against each other in rushed movements that leave no time to do anything else. Their kiss is hardly a kiss, panting into each other’s mouths and trying to muffle their moans, hands grabbing and pulling and pushing in a flurry of movements. Soap is the one to unbutton Gaz’s jeans, not caring about the very crowded pub around them, slipping a hand into his boxers, feeling that wet fucking cunt welcome his fingers. It’s dirty and will probably end with them getting banned from their favourite pub, but Gaz doesn’t care. He’s already moaning from the way Soap doesn’t wait, awkwardly shoves two fingers into him and curls, not quite reaching as deep as needed, but it’s good enough and Soap’s palm is rubbing at his t-dick and-

“Fucking muppets, the both of you. Can’t even handle your alcohol well enough not to start fucking in the pub?”

Price’s words snap them both out of their haze, and Soap pulls his hand out of Gaz’s jeans, licking his fingers clean as the man whines from the loss. It takes a single look between them for Gaz to fumble with his wallet, throwing down too many bills as Soap climbs off of him, already dragging him towards the door.

“They're goin' to the car, sir.”

“I know, Simon.”

"I'm not cleanin' that bloody car, sir."

"I know, Simon."

[theclassicistcodenjoyer]

my periods used to be a lotttt like Johnny's omg :o except they'd last like 8 or 10 days and thankfully no cramps or fatigue, now though....😔 poor kyle thoughhh:( (I say this when I was the one who has them suffering like this with your help) I feel like he def fantasies about ripping out his uterus during his period. Asks price to please just gut him thereeee - 🐑

Gaz strapped down to a surgery table in Nikolai’s basement— they’re borrowing the space just for a few hours. An IV dripping into his arm. An oxygen mask secured to his face. Price snaps on a pair of latex gloves, approaching the table where a tray of scalpels and forceps are set out. Gaz’s eyes are rolling in fear as he struggles weakly against his restraints.

“Just relax, son. It’ll be over soon, and you’ll be a proper man afterwards.”

[kylesgarrick]

user kylesgarrick actually posts a fic?! (or drabble idk)

smut below the cut, ftm!gaz x top!sub!male reader. please remember this is my first ever fic, so it's not going to be perfect. writing tips appreciated, but please don't be rude. very rushed, and did not proof read.

trans!gaz who basically fell in love with you the second he saw you at the local bar, sipping on a beer while talking to one of his friends. soap instantly realised gaz wasn't paying any attention to what he was saying, so when he follows gaz's gaze to see who he was looking at, he was surprised when he saw you.

but although soap was surprised, that didn't stop him from trying to set you and gaz up together. he pushes gaz over to you, before chuckling and running off into the crowd. gaz was pissed, looking around for soap, until he looks up at spots you looking down on him.

neither of you know how it happened, all you remember is having a few drinks together, dancing, and now you were here, in the public bathrooms, making out in a stall. you felt his hands push you down onto the toilet so he could sit in your lap, which you didn't mind at all. the second you sat back down, his lips were on you again.

when he finally unzipped your pants and took your hard cock out, he started at it with wide eyes, stroking it slowly. at first, his strokes were heavenly, but after a while you couldn't stand the teasing pace. you bucking your hips up to try get more pleasure from his slow strokes. you hear his soft, low chuckle as he stops your hips by straddling you with his legs and making you whine.

when he hears your whine, he covers your mouth, whispering in your ear. "don't be too loud, wouldn't want anyone else to hear us, right pretty boy?" you look up at him and softly nod. he finally decides you've suffered enough taking his hand off your cock, at first you whine at the loss, until you see him sliding off his boxers and jeans.

he pulls his jeans and boxers fully down to his feet, revealing his bare pussy. you lean back and admire the sight. gaz’s unbuttoned shirt, revealing his perky nipples and a happy trail leading to his bush and dripping heat. when you feel his tight cunt wrap around your length you groan, instantly closing your eyes and throwing your head back from the pleasure.

he doesn’t waste any time as he instantly starts bouncing on your cock, setting a fast and rough pace while almost forcefully grabbing the back of your head and pushing you into his chest. you instantly get the hint and start licking/sucking on his nipple, using your hand to play with the other one.

you hear his grunts and heavy breathing while he continues riding you, he was so tight it was almost painful. almost. you looked down, seeing your cock covered with gaz’s juices. you can feel yourself start to get close, and gaz can tell by the sounds you’re making and the way your cock twitches inside of him.

“i-im close..” you pant, he just smirks, leaning towards your neck and marking hickies into it. biting down, before kissing the spot he bit and massaging it with his tongue. that was it for you, it was too much. the sound of skin slapping, gaz’s grunting, and him marking you, made you cum. filling him up to the brim.

but gaz doesnt stop, kissing his way from your neck up to your ear before whispering : “cmon, you’ll be a good boy and wait till im finished, hm?” you nod rapidly, and he chuckles. your dick was starting to sting as the pleasure started slowly turning into pain, cock stinging. you start to rub gaz’s clit as he rides you, causing his hips to buck, almost ruining his pace. when he finally finishes, he flops onto you.

you both put your clothes back on and walk out of the bathroom, trying to act casual but failing miserably when soap walks up to gaz and winks, “nice one.” soap smirks. you walk out of the bar, taking a cab home, but you couldn’t stop thinking of gaz. how pretty he looked when riding you, the marks he left that’d probably stay a while, and just everything about him. when you got back home to your lonely apartment, you were feeling a mix of happiness and loneliness, hoping to meet gaz again.

you put your coat on the coathanger and a note falls out of the pocket, it reads : ‘call me, pretty boy’ with gaz’s number at the bottom.

writing tips appreciated!!!

@gazmialmagemela

[em0goose]

Trans!Gaz with endometriosis

[prettyboyformasks]

i need trans Gaz, anything please!!! Maybe having him cuddling in bed while you finger him. Just some fluffy stuff with praise and love. Thank you 😊

gaz is such a sweetheart. cuddling you every night and morning, helping you do chores around the house, cooking for you.

so why not return the favour?

as gaz climbs into bed with you, ready to cuddle, you surprise him by pulling his body on top of yours. this earns a little giggle from him.

"what're you doin'?" gaz asks with a quirked brow, his hands on your chest. god, his hands are so soft. always feel so fucking good around your cock. "just showing you how much i appreciate you, pretty," you whisper, your hands sliding into his boxers. you push gaz to lay down on the bed, noticing the way his thick thighs bulge ever so slightly where the boxers hug them, and you can't help but lean forward to pepper kisses all over his beautiful, brown skin.

gaz shifts slightly, moving to get comfortable, but begins to whine. "i wanna cuddle, want you to hold me," he whispers, laying next to you. you agree, of course—you'd never deny gaz of his wants, not when he's so sweet to you.

however, while you're cuddling, you can't help but notice the way gaz rubs his cunt against your thigh. "you need something, puppy?" you ask quietly, your voice a low grumble. he's such a tease.

after a moment with no response, you look down at him to find his fingers in his mouth. a cute sight, it is. pretty boy's got his mouth stuffed with his pretty little fingers to muffle his pretty little noises. can't have that, can you? no, you've got to hear him. got to hear what he wants, what he needs.

"words, pretty boy." you whisper as you pull gaz's fingers out of his mouth, kissing his plump lips softly. "you, need you," he whispers breathlessly, his wet fingers moving to rub his cunt.

you chuckle at the sight—it's adorable, really. how quickly gaz's moods change, from wanting cuddles to wanting your fingers inside of him. of course, you have no complaints—you're quite lucky to be able to have such a pretty boyfriend.

your long fingers tap at gaz's soft lips, requesting entry. he obeys, as usual, and begins sucking on your fingers. "that's it, attaboy," you praise, moving your fingers in and out of his mouth. when he starts to beg and babble around your fingers, you finally pull them out.

you take a quick moment to strip him of his boxers, admiring his cunt. he hasn't shaved, but with the way his pubes curl so prettily around his soft lips, it's worth getting a hair or two stuck in your teeth (snack for later). you poke at his entrance, cooing at the way he bucks his hips into your touch. "you like that, baby? yeah?" you whisper, kissing his inner thighs. "so pretty for me, baby, so good for me," you praise as you slowly push your fingers inside, the heat of his warm cunt around your fingers nearly making you moan.

as gaz squirms beneath you, begging for you to push your fingers deeper, you look up to admire him. his big, brown eyes full of pleasure and desire. he's so beautiful. only when his cunt flutters around your digits do you snap back into the moment, giving gaz what he wants.

you bury your fingers in his cunt, poking at his cervix. judging by the way gaz's back arches and his voice goes up a few pitches, you can tell he likes it.

shifting to lay beside him rather than between his legs, you pull your fingers out for a moment to rub his clit in soothing circles. "shh, pretty boy. i've got'cha. taking my fingers real deep, yeah?" you murmur, plunging your fingers into his wet heat once more.

this earns a loud moan from gaz, his arms wrapping around you. all he wants is to be close to you—how sweet. you rub his back, kissing the top of his head as your fingers slide in and out of his cunt. "there we go.. just like that, baby," you coo, curling your fingers against his sweet spot. gaz's nails dig into your back as he grinds down on your fingers, whimpering. "please, gonna cum, please," he begs you, his thighs shaking.

you thrust your fingers harder and harder inside of him, earning soft "ah, ah, ahs" from gaz. when he finally cums, he shakes as he holds you tightly, burying his face in your neck.

the two of you stay like that for a long while. you praise him while he catches his breath, holding onto you. "shh, you did so good, pretty. took my fingers like a good boy. so proud of you." you murmur, kissing his temple.

[rawme-price]

youve brought up sexual dimorphism and my mind immediately went forcemasc with the 141

idk enough about animals in general to add details but the sizes in particular with the seals u just posted. like omg force fed by the team to gain weight bc females are lighter and 'youre clearly not a female'

This but with northern cardinal!reader??

Price taking one look at you, wings a dusky brown, and snorting. A hand reaching out to pinch at feathers and ignoring the way you yelp, "The hell's wing with your wings, kid?"

You furrow your brows, a bit insulted. Sure, you're not the prettiest gal, but by cardinal standards your wings are fine! You hardly get a word into your explanation before Price is frowning, hand coming up to grab your bicep, and the other one pulling out his phone. He sends a text you can't see then looks back to you "no they don't. You think that's what yer wings should look like? Fuckin' poor excuse of feathers is what that is. Cmon, me and garrick will fix 'em"

Which is how you end up here, in the base showers. You should have been more resistant, but you've always been self-destructive. Letting your superiors use you, or that's what you hope, isn't anything new. Call it self-destruction, call it fun. Either way, you don't mind. Sleeping around and hoping you'll finally find what every woman tells you about.

Your clothes had been swiftly removed by Kyle, a fellow cardinal hybrid. He's grinning at you like he's been given a delicious treat, manhandling you to kneel. Looking up to his captain as his fingers tug your wings open. "You need to hold still, okay? Price doesn't have the patience for squirming. The first time he did this he threatened to break my wings, so just- hold still?"

Which only makes dread pool in your stomach. What the hell does that mean? Silently, you are a bit curious. Your body at least seems to have guesses, judging by the way you're dripping, wings shuddering where Kyle touches them.

The only warning you get from Price is a "don't flinch" before large palms are scrubbing right against the dawny feathers at your back. The sudden pleasure arching through you, and thank god kyle switched to holding your shoulders, because his steady hands are the only thing stopping you from collapsing with pleasure.

"What– what are you doing–" you try to peek behind your shoulder, but Kyle grips your chin and forces your lips against his. Prices hands never stop moving, shoving over delicate feathers and lifting layers to rub at sensitive roots.

Just a few passes has your muscles locking up and orgasm rolling through you, quickly building to overstimulation as price just doesn't stop. He grunts when your wings snap closed in an attempt to push his hands away "Garrick, get him on the floor. Kids fighting it too much."

Kyle is happy to oblige, shoving you chest-first into the cool tile. Conveniently at the perfect position for him to grind his clothed erection against your face. God, you can hardly think with prices hands right back on you, mouthing at whatever Kyle wants. Your mind slowly melting away until all you can do is huff and try to stay conscious. "youre doing good. Just let price work, okay?" Kyle coos.

Finally, finally price's hands back away from your wings. Giving your hip a solid pat as he grunts and stands up. You don't try to move, boneless. Wondering what the hell this was all about when cold water suddenly splashes over your feathers and has you squawking indignantly.

Very much awake and sensitive wings screaming, you can only whine as your feathers are doused in ice-cold water. If you were more awake, you'd notice the red seeping into the drain. Presently, all you can do is cry in overstimulation until your vision darkens and you actually do pass out.

You come to in a warm bed, not your own, pressed in between bodies. Your instincts don't seem to mind, and they're usually right, so you let it be. Then the memories, that may have been a dream, of the shower come back and you're sitting up abruptly. Pulling your wings in front of you but– those are not your wings. They're bright red with a smoky undertone and undeniably male.

The body you were just lying on shifts, and Price sits up to watch you. He chuckles at the way you twist and turn to look at your back. "Like them, kid?" He pinches a primary and god– yeah those are your wings, "told you we'd fix them. Now you look like a proper fuckin' man, right?"

What. A man? You shoot up and duck into Price's bathroom. Stand in the mirror for a very long moment. You....you look like a guy. An actual, genuine man. Huh.

You...you actually do like them. Alot.

[theclassicistcodenjoyer]

projects my period cramps onto price simon johnny and kyle cuz they should SUFFER MORE 😤 - 🐑

Johnny's periods are the heaviest, lasting a good seven to nine days, having him bleeding through the thickest pads that the BX sells within two hours or so. It's on the second day that his lips go white and his vision blurs around the edges if he stands up too fast. By the third day, he shakes just reaching for his iron supplements. He's lucky, and his cramps are manageable, almost forgettable. Just a tightening in his abdomen and briefly gritted teeth. Ghost has to put him to bed, with a towel under him just in case, and they definitely try out the period steak theory. Johnny gets force-fed iron-rich foods throughout the week, until he's begging for something other than beef, sardines, and spinach. Once the misery is over, Ghost still forces him to take it easy for another few days. Thankfully, though, his cycles are unusually long, sometimes 30-35 days, so that still gives him plenty of normal days.

Gaz's periods are the most painful. He's taken bullets that cause less pain. He'd honestly prefer the bullet sometimes. His periods are short, only three to five days, and not particularly heavy, but the cramps have him curled up in the fetal position in Price's bed, shaking and gasping through waves of pain as he clutches a heating pad to his stomach. Price makes him mugs of ginger tea and helps him to put the patches of a TENS unit onto his lower back, the gentle electrical pulses helping to block the pain signals. Price keeps his boy on a regular dose of paracetamol and makes sure that he drinks plenty of water infused with electrolytes, letting Gaz sleep through most of the worst of the cramps.