#transman!reader

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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...”

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. 

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.