#trans!kyle gaz garrick

[lieutnt]

Can we get some trans! gaz?

Like fucking gaz to the point he starts crying from how good it is :) ?

Pushing Gaz into a mating press has his head keening backwards, choked out moans punching from his throat as the new angle lets you fuck in deeper, harder, each crash of hips resounding in an audible wet smack with how wet he is.

By the time he tilts his head back up tear tracks are staining his cheeks, eyes glossy and more unshed tears are clinging to his lashes. It amplifies the pleasure in your gut, and your hips slow minutely just so you can speak. “Is this all for me Kyle? You feeling good?” 

Any comprehensible answer is scattered in his brain by each thrust against the deepest spot inside of him. Instead, all he can do is nod his head, fingers weakly grasping at the skin of your back in a silent plea to keep moving.

You kiss at the salty globs of tears as they stream down his cheeks before picking up your pace, determined to see just how many more tears you can wring from him.

[demoborg]

tf141 except the t stands for trans

[meowmeowriley]

Ghost: *grumbling, with a hand placed in the small of his own back, watching rookies run.

Soap: "Ye good, Lt.?"

Ghost: "No. These rookies are bloody awful, and my damn back hurts. All I want is to sit on a heating pad with some herbal tea, but these shitheads keep fucking up!"

Gaz, joking: "You on your period, sir?"

Ghost: "Can't spell menstruation without men, and most of frustration. And these men are certainly frustratin'."

***

Can't decide if this is trans Ghost actually on his period, or bunny Ghost with a bad back. (Cause bunnies have back problems)

[gofishygo]

[milkydough]

[imrowanartist]

Soap’s first time meeting Rosie aka ‘the wee gremlin’ ☺️

[omegapropaganda]

🔥🍯🔥

Burnt Honey ch. 9

poly141 x M!Omega!Reader

omegaverse

"You have been a member of Shadow Company and Phillip Graves' omega for years suffering at his hand until you meet the members of Task Force 141. They help you learn to love again while you help them destroy Shadow Company from the bottom up."

John "Soap" MacTavish/Reader, Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/Reader, John Price (Call of Duty)/Reader, John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley/Gary "Roach" Sanderson (past), Phillip Graves (Call of Duty)/Reader (toxic), Rodolfo Parra/Alejandro Vargas

be very aware of the tags and read them thoroughly. Major trigger warnings for graphic descriptions of male on male non-con/rape, manipulation, degradation (not the fun kind), and general abusive toxic sexual relations. These are not romanticized and very much harm Reader.

please take care of yourself if you are sensitive to these issues and still decide to proceed with reading this fic. I will not be held responsible for your actions after you read these warnings, okay?

[rodolfoparras]

Gaz is just so pretty he gives the worst breeding kink ever like I NEED this man to have my kids

Cw: baby trapping, 18+

Okay but thinking about meeting Gaz in his recruit years and forming a mentor mentee relationship with him, but it’s clear that there’s something more going on between the two of you going by the longing gaze the lasting touches and the words spoken in a far less professional tone.

But because of the slight age gap along with the difference in ranks you decide to reject his feelings, sticking to only spending the nights with him before leaving in the morning,

Gaz never complained he’d take anything you were willing to give him, even if it meant a couple hours of tumbling around in the sheets.

That is until he finds out that you are planning to send him away, overhearing the whole ordeal while hiding behind the door to your office ,things were starting to get risky your relationship had started to be seen as something more than professional and your solution to the problem was to send him away to some other squad.

But Gaz isn’t having any of it, instead he decides to cook up a plan, solidifying it once you announce your decision to him.

He chooses not to take his birth control while spending night and day skewed onto your cock, taking load upon load til cum is trickling out his sopping cunt, all under the disguise that it’s for keeps sake, something he’ll miss while away.

But just as the day comes where he’s about to get sent away, he shows up to your office with a positive pregnancy test in hand and a faux look of worry painted on his face

It doesn’t take much for you to call off your previous plans, easily bringing him into your embrace while whispering words of reassurance.

For the first time ever he could see something other than desire swirling in your iris and he can’t help the smile on his face as his hand subconsciously caresses his stomach.

He’d done so much to earn your love and he’d finally gotten it.

[mactavishenjoyer]

Soap:"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! YOU EMO ASS BITCH!"

gaz:"why's soap yelling from the restroom?"

Ghost:"I don't know. He's probably playing a game on his phone or something"

Gaz:"oh okay."

Soap:"sweet talking mother fucker."

Soap:"fucking convincing you to let you keep it in."

Soap:"I'm going to kill you when I stop feeling the need to pee!"

Gaz:

Ghost:

Ghost:"soap, kyles in here..."

Soap:"I don't fucking care! Kyle, bitch slap ghost for me."

[bluberibear]

THE FINISHED GAZ DRAWING, WHERE BLUE HAS FINALLY LEARNED HOW TO DRAW FACES WITH THE RIGHT FUCKING PROPORTIONS >:3

[tobytaco15]

More Ghost HC's

-He wears knee braces (from all the jumping and landing he does)

-He has trouble dealing with certain textures and scents

-He has a small cock so to compensate he well solely focus on the other persons pleasure

-He is a hopeless romantic

-He actually loves all of Soap's drawings that he receives from him

-Any and all gifts he receives from anyone on the task force he puts them in a draw for safe keeping

-He hides little trinkets that reminds him of Soap in his (Soap's) room for him to find

-He is madly and obviously in love with Soap but he loves Gaz and Price just as much

[cerise-on-top]

Before I start writing for the day I just wanna get something off my chest:

Due to personal reasons I can't stop thinking about reader, who got his very first binder, and showing it off to Gaz. Just the sheer euphoria of having a flat chest and having Gaz support you, calling you a handsome young man. And, like the good boyfriend he is, he'd give you tips on how to bind safely so that you won't get hurt. Seeing you this happy takes him back to the good old times as well and he'd suggest going clothes shopping with you as well. Either that or he'd let you wear some of his clothes, if you're comfortable with it. Just to see you confident in yourself, he'd share just about anything with you. His clothes, his shampoo, his deodorant. The happier you are, the happier he is. You're the best boyfriend he could have ever wished for and he'll remind you of that fact very often. You deserve to know just how awesome of a guy you are.

[meowmeowriley]

Aro/ace Gaz.

Aro/ace Gaz who likes monster girls.

Aro/ace gaz who specifically really likes spider monster girls.

Fight me, I'll die on this hill.

Confused baby gay Soap, just trying to help his friend out: "you're straight?"

Gaz: "...technically."

Soap: "How're you single? There's gotta be a girl out there for you."

Gaz: "I have a very specific type, and uh... pretty sure they don't exist..."

Soap: "Nae, I refuse to belive that. Come one, what's your type?"

Gaz: "... You know what a monsterfucker is, Soap?"

Ghost, who just walked in: *rushing to stop Gaz from pulling out his phone* "Kyle he's not ready!!!"

[gofishygo]

giggling ab this okay so

imagine gaz n reader, they've just started to date

and reader is trans (ftm) but gaz doesn't know that yet

but then after a few weeks of dating reader is taking their T in the bathroom/bedroom and had forgotten to lock the door & gaz walks in oh no,,

YEAH so!!! i hope that's enough to.. you know. yeah!!!! i 💗 ur fics sm.

(we need more ftm fics RIGHT NOW!!)

whoEVER ANON IS . I LOVE U . Thank u so so so so much 4 this request my fingers have been acting to write m or ftm content u have appealed to my deepest desires . myways this rq is super silly i love chilled out gay mf and nervous closeted trans mf dynamic so much. 

Also posted on trans visibility day lets GOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

the same (always changing); kyle 'gaz' garrick + trans male! reader (979 words)

notes: some implied and described internalised transphobia, mentions of transphobia, mentions of gender dysphoria, reader does not have top surgery yet, partial nudity on reader (non-sexual), little hurt/comfort type w/ fluff at the end !!

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It wasn’t meant to be a secret. It really wasn't.

But here you are, cooped up in the cold premise of your shared bathroom, waiting for the gel to dry into your skin as you stare at your figure in the mirror, noticing the little changes with a strange sense of europhia. You wished you could run back to the arms of your boyfriend as you ramble about how good the hormones have been working, how you can see your outer shell peeling open to show the man who's been living in the inside, a feedback loop that had you seeing yourself in reflections instead of skin and hair and face that you'd barely recognised. Maybe his face would melt into that gorgeous smile, arms pulling you closer to him like he's seeping off the happiness he swears he sees seeping off your skin's pores. But it's the flip of a coin, a winning ticket in an uncertain lottery.

you're not so sure if Kyle would love the kind of person you were.

gender hadn't ever been a point of focus in your conversations, never something that had to be caught and pinned down with word or thought. he was a man, you were a man, and you loved each other. both of you did your best to keep it at that simplicity. but part of you, like the serpent to adam and eve, had always doubted whether kyle would look at you with the same eyes if you somehow ended up showing him your childhood photos or now-invalid passport, the face that was still soaked with dysphoria-ridden tears. 

the gel is still sticking to your ribs when the door practically flies off its hinges slamming against concrete walls and gaping open your closed eyes with ugly sound. There's a groan of exasperation that should make you giggle, but only makes already tense muscles almost turn to stone. "honey, you done ? really need to take a fat shi-" 

And then there's that silence both unsurprising but dreaded, how it felt to inhale smoke. 

You hate the shock as his eyes run over your bare chest in realisation, feeling any words about to come out crawling back into your windpipe as he notices the thin layer of gel and the label of the bottle on the sink. 

"love?" he calls, an endearing substitute replacing your name. you didn’t know if he'd call you that, even after this revelation. Or did he not know what else to call you now that this had been revealed ? "kyle," you echo. 

please just look at me, kyle. 

his eyes still look the same as how they look at you; stormclouds that accompany you on lonely and rainy nights, and your eyes can't help on focus on the pretty shade of grey instead of the battering of water droplets hitting against tin. Not once  does it ever shift to malice or hatred- only worry, for you, maybe. 

"do you want to talk about it right now ?" isn't the response that you expected. It's an gentle offer, and extended hand waiting for you to take or push away, more freeing than astute observations of your perceived identity or the bitter words hissed out when others had realised. You can only nod your head in response. 

"im sorry," you say, and you don’t know how much (what you're) apologising for. Sorry for never telling you. Sorry for making a distance that could have been avoided. Sorry for being this without your permission, anyone else's permission. 

but he's quick to hold you and the shame that you carry , not minding any of the gel residue on his shirt. "hey, no, it's okay," his voice is gentle, reaching out for your secluded self. "remember what I told you when we first started dating?" he puts a hand to your head, playing with your hair as he pulls you closer to him. "I love all of you, dove. Everything." he rests his chin onto your shoulder, murmuring the words into your ear. And you can't help but hug back, clinging to him like a lifeline. Your lifeline. "I love you too," you muse.

you both stay there for a minute before he pulls away with a complaint of some back pain from a recent mission, and you kiss his nose, allowing yourself to smile for the first time since he'd entered the room. "so.." you start, now perched on the rim of the bathtub. "you're ok with me being trans?"

you giggle when he deadpans at you, "love, I just hugged you for 5 full minutes after seeing you apply testosterone instead of taking a shit. I don’t really care if you're trans." 

and after your testosterone dries and you put on your shirt, you both in bed, tangled up in each other's arms. ramblings about little stories or town gossip. professions of grandiose love guised under quiet murmurs. the hormones are still a little crusty on your skin, but they're doing the work that should have been done since birth. 

The same, always changing. 

[broken-glass-puppet]

Hihi! I hope your well!

Im not sure if you write for Graves, but if not you can just write the headcanons for Gaz instead!

Could you write some Graves (or Gaz) x male reader headcanons of just cuddling and sleeping together. Basically what sleepy time together is like!

No rush! And stay safe <3 -🦇

Grave + Gaz : sleeping and cuddling headcanons

Gaz

He loves physical touch

He really loves cuddling too

And he likes when you two sleep together and cuddle

He always says skin to skin cuddling is the best, he loves your body, not matter how big, small, thick, lean, skinny, chubby, fat or buff you are, you are always the little spoon

Normally he lays in bed and let's you use him as a pillow, but there are rare occasions where he will let you be the big spoon

He loves to bury his head in your chest, no matter if you have titties or not, he will squish your chest (with your consent of course)

He says the most incoherent shit when he's sleepy

Shit like "we can't disrespect the trees because then the lorax will break our kneecaps" or "did you know that snakes have two dicks?"

Is strange

But we love him

Graved

"cuddling is for girls"...

What do you mean why is he laying his head in your lap?! It was a hard day, okay?!

Believes the man should always be the big spoon

Obviously this is something hard because, there are two mens in the relationship, you and him

So he says he doesn't like being the little spoon

He's lying

He loves being vulnerable around you

He's submissive with you, even if he denies it

Pet his hair, he will melt

He likes partners with big chests

Not matter if they are titties or big pecs, he loves to bury his face in them

He will grope you a bit if you are comfortable

"this is a bit gay" "Hun, we have been dating for 2 years" "we have?!" And then he laughs and kisses you

[imrowanartist]

Gaz @ Price: you have 48 hours to come home to us

Based on this tweet XD