#john price x ftm reader

[a-5-m-0-d-3-u-5]

Scar Tissue (Price x Trans Masc! Reader)

Contains: Tooth-rotting fluff, completely SFW, FTM reader intended but should be safe for masc leaning enbies too, 2nd person POV, reader has a singular double mastectomy scar as is very self conscious about it, ambiguous warm drink cuz I don’t like tea or coffee lol, \obnoxiously self indulgent in my opinion but I hope it resonates with others

A/n: Woof I’m nervous but I do really like how this turned out. It’s cute and it even made my partner blush despite him being cis lol also Price is your husband because it’s cute and I said so. Be gentle with this one, yeah?

Although this is safe for all ages, I ask minors please refrain from interacting with me and this post, and any other posts. This is a space for adults.

The night always made things tougher. Something about the quiet, the darkness, the otherwise calm atmosphere made it harder to chase away the more negative thoughts. Insecurities burned hot in the cold of night as you stood outside on the small veranda of your little English apartment in the crisp wintry air to try and chase them away. The rain had only just stopped pouring down in torrents. The sound of wet tires driving below you accompanied the familiar, gentle smell of rain. It was comforting. Not enough to dull the pain, unfortunately, but comforting still.

You didn’t pay attention to the time, doing so usually just stressed you out during these moments, so you hadn’t noticed how late it was until your husband had sidled up behind you with a warm mug he’d made just for you. He handed it to you silently. He learned a long time ago what being outside this long this late at night usually meant. He wrapped a warm arm around your chilled shoulders and gently pulled you against him. Finally, you started to slowly pull away from your negative thinking just long enough to quietly speak.

“Thank you,” was all you could manage, but Price didn’t mind. He knew that for you, your words carried more weight than they seemed on the surface.

He hummed in response, giving your shoulders a small squeeze to say ‘you’re welcome.’

“Doin’ alright?”

A playful glare was all your husband got in return. He was happy to see you at least still had the heart to joke a bit with him.

“Right. Stupid question. Sorry, love.”

Eventually, you’d take a sip from your mug. He always prepared your drinks to your preferences. It made your chest warm.

“Wanna talk about it?” He was looking at you now. That gentle expression always comforted you.

You shook your head and took another slow sip, “Just insecurities again. Nothing major, I’m fine.”

“That why you've been out here on the veranda staring out at nothing the past couple hours?”

You took another sip, electing to say nothing. You did make it extra noisy though, pulling a rumbling chuckle from Price’s chest in the process.

Eventually, he guided you inside. You were as cold as the dead when he’d gotten to you. He wanted to warm you up and, if you’d talk, he wanted to know what was wrong. Knowing it was an insecurity of yours narrowed it down, but not enough to pin it. He needed to know a bit more.

You sat on your small couch, Price quickly following you. He took your hand in his. The callouses that littered his palm and fingers were always grounding. You were certain if you were blindfolded and told to guess which hand belonged to him, you’d guess correctly without fail. You knew every dip and ridge in his skin like your own.

You’d finished your drink after a while. You sighed, leaning into your husband’s chest. His heartbeat never failed to help your mind quiet down a bit.

“Just my scar again…” you mumbled, lacing your fingers in with his.

He kissed his teeth, the clicking noise it made bringing you out of the beginning of another spiral, “What did I tell you ‘bout that, love? You know I think it’s perfect.”

“I know,” you said, tucking your head under his chin, “‘Fraid I don’t think the same way, is all.”

His free hand rose up to hold your head and he pressed a soft lingering kiss into your hair, “That’s why I’m here. To think that way for you. C’mon, then, on your back.”

You groaned, pretending your melancholy face hadn’t broken out into a small grin, as you were guided onto your back. Price hovered above you and lifted your shirt up to your collarbone, kissing slowly up your belly as he did so. His kisses finally reached the part of your chest you couldn’t feel anymore. The scar tissue had faded quite a bit, but it was still clearly visible. One straight line stretched across your ribcage. It was uneven, thicker in some places than others. When your clothes were on, you often forgot about it. But when they weren’t…

You couldn’t feel much of the kisses that your husband trailed across the scar. His beard would drag across the area around it, your body unsure if it tickled or itched, but you could only feel the pressure of his lips through the numb skin. Still, you looked down and watched as he worshiped the ugly line that ripped through your skin. It wasn’t neat, wasn’t typical, wasn’t the ideal, but Price always showed he never cared about that.

”It made you happy, yeah? All that matters, then,” is what he’d always say.

All those mean thoughts finally started to melt away as he continued to kiss along your chest, further up to your collarbone. He pulled your shirt down so he could kiss up your neck, across your jaw, and finally up to your mouth. You felt him grin against your lips. You suppressed an annoyed whine as he pulled away to look at you.

“Better?”

“A bit.”

“I can keep going.”

“Would you?”

You fell asleep on the couch with your shirt pulled up to your shoulders and Price’s lips against your scar.

#ftm reader #trans masc reader #masc nb reader #john price x reader #captain price x reader #price x reader #john price x male reader #john price x ftm reader #captain price x male reader #capitain price x ftm reader #price x male reader #price x ftm reader

[sillyunknownkitkat]

Wips that are going to be published at most by 12.??.23 :

Nikolai and Price sfw and nsfw headcanons with an ftm!s/o

Plug!Dina Headcanons

Tokoyami Fumikage with a bubbly goth s/o headcanons

Leon kennedy x/+ sibling reader (3) headcanons

Makarov Vladimir x fem!reader (he's overprotective)

Alex Keller x plus!size fem!reader (nsfw) 🌜and☀️vibes (kinda)

Nikolai and Price headcanons with a taller gn!reader

I'm so sorry that they'll come out this late, but I want to try and write good stuff, which I can't really do if I have to force myself to write it

#cod nikolai x reader #cod nikolai x ftm reader #john price x reader #john price x ftm reader #cod headcanons #plug!dina #dina woodward #dina headcanons #tokoyami fumikage x reader #tokoyami fumikage headcanons #bnha x reader #mha x reader #sorry I get lazy #vladimir makarov x reader

[mitoad]

#im going to be so fucking real price nd gaz were my gay awakening as a lil wee guy (12yr old) #🍵 mito's rambles°｡ ⋆⸜ #call of duty #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod modern warfare #cod mw #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #john price #john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #john soap mactavish #johnny mctavish x reader #cod x male reader #cod x tm! reader #cod x ftm reader #cod x m! reader #trans male reader #male reader #mlm #mlm thoughts #gay thoughts #transgender

[iceman-soup]

ftm reader (post top surgery) x top!price

Thinking of Price finger fucking you in his office: you're sat on his lap, facing him and half-leaning backwards against the edge of the desk. He's got one hand on the small of your back, holding you up, and the other down your trousers, gentle touches to your wet heat before shoving two of his thick digits in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your bare chest.

Your shirt lays crumpled on the floor next to his chair, the only piece of clothing from either of you taken off. He insists it gets in the way, but you both know he just loves to see and feel your pretty scars, kissing them and reminding you how handsome you are whilst he curls his fingers inside your cunt, only going faster when you groan or whine.

And of course he's never stingey with the praise, calling you a "gorgeous lad," kissing you softly and breaking apart to murmur how you're his "best boy," to your lips as you moan.

#i promise im getting round to writing the requested fics #im halfway through one but realised i havent posted in a little while so here you go!! #cw smut #john price #ftm reader #x male reader #x ftm reader #john price x male reader #cod smut #cod men x male reader #john price x reader #price x reader

[killmeprettypleasee]

𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓒𝓵𝓾𝓫𝓼

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Warning: Loving sex, nipple play, Stripper reader, age gap! Reader is 23 price is mentioned to be around his late 30's.

It was a normal work shift at the strip club, you were at the back getting ready for your show while your other colleagues were keeping their clients busy.

Only 5 minutes left before your show starts... You wore light and natural make up aswell as a revealing bunny suit with a big diamond opening at the back and a small one by your tummy, white thigh high stockings matched to the outfit.

You looked in the mirror to see your wear and it looks so cute, the fluffy ear bounced at the top of your head as you turned around to get a better look of yourself.

You then got out of your studio and went on the stage, where men and women glanced at you, they were in awe to what they saw.

Especially the man with a bucket hat.

As you began to dance, you body gracefully moved while you pole danced, all eyes are captivated by the mix of your cuteness and sexyness.

The music played was a slowly beat, matching your movements as you danced.

Then a crowed began to throw money on the stsge, showing how entertained they are to have you danced on the said stage.

While looking in the crowed you saw a poor looking old man man maybe around his late 30's with a bucket, drinking whiskey while watching you, he noticed that your eyes were on him and gave you a flirty wink causing you to turn away in embarrassment..

The old man was attractive, yeah? He's really attractive.. you never knew you were into old men before.. but damn...

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After your show, you were back at your studio to rest until someone knocked on your door, you opened it and saw it wad your manager.

"you're free right now, kid?.."

He spoke out, he looks clearly in a hurry.

"why's that Daniel?"

You replied.

"You goy a bew client and he seemed to want you now?.. he literally payed a fortune for you there"

Daniel shot you a smirk.

It shocked you that someone would really pay alot just to have you..

"how much?"

"Around 10k"

Your jaw dropped when you heard that, normally people would pay around 300-500 each round but damn! You thought you're gonna faint at the amount.. but you were also curious on who this man was.

"Lets go.. we should not keep him waiting."

"Y-yeh.. okay?.."

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After changing-- you are now wearing a pair of cropped tops and shorts that has an opening to your ass.

You followed Daniel to the back, and opened a room to see the same man tha winked at you during your performance..

"Ive been waiting pretty boy..~"

The man spoke out and called you to walk in, you already done this before but you felt so shy around him, there's totally something about him that makes you weak to your knees.. and you couldn't quite identify it.

You walked up to him and.sat on his lap, you could feel his hard on press against your thigh.. you could tell how bug it was.. then soon he pulled you closer to him grind his hardon against your thigh, making you let out soft moans.

"Call me Price, I'd love it when you scream my name, sweetheart"

He spoked out, kissing your forehead lovingly.

His movements we're so loving and gently, you couldn't help but whimpered softly.

Slowly his hands spread your trembling legs as his finger's played with your tight ass hole, You moan against him, clinging close to him.

"Such a pretty boy hm?.. you feel so tight.."

Price chuckled softly as he fingered you, feeling how tight you'd gotten.

Then he laid you down on the bed, lifting your cropped tops up and began to play with your nipples.

To Price, The sight was so cute! Having you beneath him and being all cute and submissive for him.. he knew the moment both of you locked eyes, he knew the he had to have you.

Soon his lips wrapped around one of your nipple and began to suckle on it making you whine out softly.

Then Price took out his cock, stroking while pre cum slowly began to drip down his base,and slowly pushed in.

"A-ah.. s-so big"

You whined out, letting out soft sobs of pleasure.

He let you adjust to his size around a minute and when he felt you loosing up he began to gently and carefully thrust into you.

The way he did it was so gentle and almost so loving.

Praises slip down his lips as he thrust into your warm core, he felt like he was in heaven having to be inside of you.

It was the perfect feeling to be inside a cute boy like you.

His fingers kept on groping your skin, making sure you were really really as his thrust began to slowly increase.

His lips got back, wrapping up around  your puffy nipples as this action made you feel so blished out.

Having some man use you was the norm, but this was different..

"Such a good boy aye?.. be a good boy for me baby boy.."

Price grunted.

"N-ngh.. a-hah! G-gonna cum.. P-price.. f-fuh.. fuck--"

You whimpered submissively as you clung unto his broad shoulders as you legs began to tremble.

Price's gips pistoned abit faster as he whispered little praises of encouragement in your ear as his lips kissed a trail on your neck oh so lovingly.

Finally he slammed his hips into you both cumming at the same time, his lips soon met with yours in a loving kiss, you kissed back.

You felt so loved for once doing your job, other's treated you like the cheap whore you are but this man? Price?.. oh god you felt like you don't wanna leave him..

"Fuck.. my little price looks so cute, just wanna have you all to myself my cute boy.."

Price chuckled, holding you close in his embrace, you cuddled up close against him.. breath getting heavy as you cuddled up against his form.

"P-please.. im yours please"

You begged softly, wanting to stay with him so badly making him let out a soft laugh.

"Dont worry.. I'll keep you and make you feel the love you deserve pretty boy.."

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After that encounter Price became you regular, always wanting to be with you, sometimes he paid just to make love with you and sometimes just to cuddle up with you on bed and do nothing but feel each others embrace.

You end up quitting your job and went on to have a date with your new boyfriend, he would spoil you all the time and even pamper you like a baby, he just thinks your so damn cute!!.

He so happy he have you now.. he felt so blessed winning your heart, now that you're his, he only wished to love you and to be loved back by you, he woukd never love another because he has you in his life now.

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A/n: I just noticed military captains get paid alot! So yeh... And ive been craving for loving sex lately with older men 😞

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[thegnomelord]

If you're up to it, I would like to request FtM reader x dragon Price, reader can be dom or sub I just need more FtM things in life besides myself😞😞 -🐆

Sure, I wasn't in the mood for porn so have some fluff. fair warning I'm not all that confident writing FTM reader so ya'll tell me if this sucks lol

CW: SFW, gender dysphoria, fluff, non sexual nudity, cuddling, scar kissing

Most day are good for you. Most days you're able to get out of bed and go about your day to day duties with confidence.

Not today.

You wake before your alarm with an unpleasant feeling in your gut, tossing and turning for an hour in hopes of falling asleep but it's useless. The morning chill only amplifies the horrid sensation — your skin doesn't feel like your own, your body doesn't feel your own. It's like roaches are crawling beneath your skin, thousands of toothpicks stabbing your nerves every time the cotton of your boxers brushes against your flawed flesh. Old words of people you once considered friends ring in your head like church bells: You're not a real man, you'll never be.

All you are, is a badly made replica in the approximation of what you want to be.

Your bones feel like they're lined with lead, every cell in your body begging you to stay under the covers in the darkness of your room for however long it takes for this feeling to go away. But the sharp ringing of the alarm forces you to rise against your wishes. You don't look at yourself when you shower, but the small glimpse of skin you catch in the mirror makes bile burn the back of your throat. Usually you're proud of your torso and the muscles you've built, but all you can think now as you put on the tight fitting army shirt is how wrong it looks on you. You try to pull on the front a couple of times in an attempt to make it baggier around your chest, before just putting on a jacket regardless that it's the middle of summer.

Recruit duty makes a bad day even worse, adding a headache alongside the discomfort and anxiety that straddle your brain. You hate how snappy and agitated you are with them, running them through grueling drills until they regret being born and have probably called you every name under the sun in their heads. The all collapse when you're finally finished with them, stepping away from them. The day's heat made you sweat like a pig, another round of bile burning the back of your throat at how your clothes stick to you.

You flinch back when a hand grabs your shoulder, quickly whirling around to look who it is with a sharp retort burning on your tongue, only to fizzle out when you're met with Price's face.

Your name sounds so right when he says it, the scent of tobacco curling in your nose as he steps closer to you, wing stretching out to subtly hang over you. "What's going on lad?" Price asks, his voice low, like taking a sip of cool water.

The question makes you hesitate, unable to meet his gaze so you fixate on counting the little chips in the concrete floor. "Just one of those days." You grunt, your voice hoarse and scratchy from belting orders all day.

Price hums in thought and then you feel his wing bump against your back, "Follow me soldier." The deep timber of his voice silences some of the dark thoughts crooning in your ears, and you're helpless to do anything but follow after him like a lost lamb. He leads you back to his room (that you haunt most nights), the place blessedly cool and dark compared to the heat outside.

The second the door closes and locks he pulls you in close, wrapping his steady arms around you and pushing your face into the pillowy bosom of his pecs. You struggle for a moment out of pure instinct, but a single call of your name makes you stop like a puppet on cut strings. He repeats your name like a caress, rolling every syllable on his tongue as his chest rumbles with a deep purr.

You melt into him, nuzzling your nose into the deep valley of his pecs and breathing in his smell. He's more intoxicating than any drug you know; beneath the scents of tobacco, dark coffee, and manly musk there's always something that your mind associates with freshly cut grass and rain on dry gravel — Comfort.

"You're so smart and clever." He croons, resting his chin on top of yours, one hand tracing the curve of your back. "But by god are you a dumb muppet." There's no edge to his words, you don't even think of fighting his admonishments. "How many times have I told you to come to me if you feel like this?"

Too many times, to be honest. You're stubborn if nothing else, you always think you can handle this on your own, you don't want to burden him whenever your mind decides to be a dick to you. "I'm sorry." You mumble into his shirt, your hands slowly wrapping around his thick waist. It always does your head in how your fingers can't quite meet in the middle of his back with how broad he is, muscle and fat shifting beneath your hands.

"Sure you are." He tuts, evidently not believing you for a second. But he doesn't pull away, tail loosely wrapping around your leg and his scent and heat enveloping you, his chest vibrating against your face. "Going to let me take care of my boy, aren't you?" The way he phrases it makes it sound like a statement, and you're unable to resist it.

Your mouth goes dry, your body stuck between wanting more and abhorring any more physical contact. But you nod your head, grumbling something probably nonsensical. And any other day you'd laugh your ass off about the fact you're practically motorboating him, but not today. Today you barely have any energy left to think.

"That's my boy." He purrs, clawed fingers gently scratching your scalp. "Shower?" He asks.

You pause, trying to string together a tangible thought. You doubt you could handle that, not with how dark and heavy your head feels. "No." You croak and nuzzle further into his chest in an attempt to hide.

"S'alright, I'm proud of you." He hums, still holding you close as he shuffles across the room with you blindly following him. "Let's get you out of those sweaty clothes, yeah?" Getting a single nod from you, he starts to slowly take off your clothes, pulling back just enough to distract you with sweet kisses. You try to help in taking his clothes off, but you feel about as useful as a small child helping his parents cook, getting a few chuckles from him.

You wind up gently pushed down on your back, spread across his bed that smells just like him and naked as the day you were born. Before the discomfort can make you shy away and try to cover yourself, he's settling down next to you, claws scraping against your jaw as he pulls you into a slow kiss. You swear you can always taste a bit of eternity every time he kisses you, so unhurried like you'll last as long as him.

"Look at you." He hums as you part, his hands sliding down your shoulders and arms to your hips. "My handsome boy." He tilts his head to kiss all over your face, trailing his lips from your brows to your eyelids, cheeks, nose, chin to wherever else he can reach. His beard is soft against your skin, evidently he'd used that beard care product you'd given him. "So strong and capable. My strong knight."

That gets the first vestige of a chuckle out of you. "Does that mean I get to lay the dragon?" You ask, your lips tugging into a small smirk. You've made that joke god knows how many times, but despite his gripes, Price loves it.

"Cheeky wanker." He huffs, his cool clawed fingers trailing along the curve of your muscles up your torso. "Later, if you're good."

A low sound escapes you when his thumbs brush the even scars beneath your pecs. "Good?" He asks, waiting for you to nod before tilting his head down, horns gently poking your skin for a second before he starts kissing along your scars. His touch is gentle like you're a precious treasure in his hoard, his lips velvet soft against the rough scar tissue. Every brush of his lips makes your skin tingle like a live wire, fire simmering in the place he kisses as he trails from one side to the other, laying equal attention on every inch of your scars.

It's pleasant. Beyond pleasant. It leaves your chest feeling so warm and full like your heart will burst through your ribcage.

You feel like a melted puddle of goo by the time he pulls away to kiss you on the lips again. You don't struggle as he lays down on his side and pulls you to him. A pleased sigh escapes you as you feel his wing drape over you like a blanket, tail curling around one of your legs and arms wrapping around your waist; like he's making sure you can't escape (not that you'd want to.)

Dragons are strange, the scales cool against your skin but his core is hot like a furnace, the duality of it calming your mind. "How are you feeling lad?" He asks, the low timber of his voice vibrating his chest.

You hum and nuzzle into his pecs, the ample chest hair tickling your face. "Better." You grunt, blindly kissing what inch of flesh you can reach. You can't keep your hands from wandering, petting the dark hair of his happy trail as your other hand traces the scales on his side. "Could feel better with a bit more attention though."

A snort leaves him, his breath ghosting over your ear. "You're insatiable." His words would be a lot more insulting if his chest didn't vibrate with a continuous purr, his tail tightening for a second before relaxing.

"You're to blame." You feel better as the words leave you, your chest light as a feather as you get to share a small laugh with him.

"Get some rest, my boy," You hum, your eyelids already starting to feel heavy as you feel him nuzzle his cheek into your hair. You don't doubt the whole base will be able to smell him on you tomorrow. "We'll see about laying dragons later."

"I love you." You murmur into his flesh, his pecs becoming the world's best pillow as you nuzzle closer. You stay awake just long enough to hear him murmur his love for you in your ear.

#gnome's tea break #🐆anon #gnome correspondence #cod mw2 #x reader #male reader #captain john price #trinkets from the hoard #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #ftm reader #john price x male reader #cod modern warfare #cod x male reader #x male reader #x sub male reader

[cerise-on-top]

what if the 141 boys had a ridiculously tall husband. like. a little bit taller than konig, probably. and he's really scary to people, actually!!!! but not his s/o , nuh uh, he's disgustingly sweet to his beloved.. sorry i'm rambling, i think (jokes and idiocy aside i adore your headcanons <3)

Hey there! Thank you, that's very kind of you! Also thank you for sending in a request for a male reader, you're one of the first ones and I was very excited to write about a male reader for once :D

TF141 With A Very Tall Husband

Price: He didn’t really think he’d ever be dating someone much, much taller than him. Sure, he doesn’t particularly mind, but he’s not short either, with him standing at 1,88m himself. It makes him feel small at times, especially if you’re pretty muscular too. He doesn’t get insecure about it in the slightest, oh no, but it’s weird to be so much shorter than your loved ones. However, he’s pretty used to scary people by now. Ghost isn’t exactly a delight to have around at first when you don’t know him either, so he knows how to deal with scary people. Might ask you to tone it down a little bit when you’re scaring other people too much, he doesn’t particularly wanna attract attention like that. But you being a sweetheart towards him? It melts his heart. He knows what you’re like towards people that aren’t him, so it makes him smile that you’re willing to do just about anything for him just to spend some time with him. You wanna trim his beard? There’s a good chance you’ve got some experience with that anyway, so he really doesn’t mind it as much. Hell, he probably trusts you more than his own barber at times. Besides, it’s a nice little bonding activity. If you have a beard then he’ll offer to trim it for you as well. Price isn’t really opposed to being the little spoon, or just being held in general. Quite the opposite, you being this tall sometimes puts him in a cuddly mood where he just plops down into your arms. Gently scratch his scalp and there’s a good chance he’ll even fall asleep on you. He’s so used to being everyone’s protector, it feels nice to be protected for once. But he won’t always settle for being held either, it’s his job to make you feel safe and sound as well, and thus he will take on the role of cuddler as well. Will fight you for that role, actually. Price is a real sweetheart towards his loved ones as well, so I think the two of you would fit well together. His mere presence demands respect in the right people, which can sometimes scare others. So, from time to time, you might both scare other people together. Sometimes intentionally, sometimes unintentionally.

Gaz: He makes so many jokes about you being this tall and feigns being hurt about being much shorter than you are. You’re his behemoth, his leviathan and his ziz. Loves calling you the names of monsters that are said to be pretty big, it’s endearing to him. Besides, you’re scary enough that some people call you a monster anyway, if just for your height. If anyone ever were to call you that in front of Gaz, then they’ll end up with a black eye. No one gets to call you a monster but him. While he won’t always approve of you scaring everyone, Gaz does have a few friends that he wants you to get along with, he won’t particularly do anything about it either if that’s just what you’re like. Might try to make you seem a bit less scary by being a bit more affectionate with you in public. Holding your hand, giving you a peck on the cheek, giving you a hug. Those kinds of things. He actually loves you being this tall since that means you can pick him up and spin him around. He’s not been picked up ever since he was a little boy, so he definitely wouldn’t mind you showing off to him just how strong you are. Is also always looking for an excuse to hold your hand. Oh, seems like he forgot just how big your hand actually is and how much it engulfs his. Remind him for a moment and hold his hand, will you? Gaz is a sweetheart towards his loved ones anyway, if you look past the fact he will sass anyone to show his affection, so he loves that you’re so sweet towards him. Though, sometimes he wishes you were about the same height so you could actually share each other’s wardrobe. But hey, at least he gets to wear your extremely oversized shirts and hoodies, one of his favorite things to do. Another thing he also adores is just sitting in your lap when you’re home together and will also place your hands so that you’re holding him in your arms. If you’ve got really warm hands then he’ll place them atop his thighs to keep himself warm. Gaz isn’t the warmest person out there, but that just means you get to warm him up yourself. Is actually a lot cuddlier because you’re this tall and will become your personal blanket.

Ghost: He feels kind of perplexed about you being so much taller than him. Ghost is 1,95m, he towers over pretty much anyone, so how dare you be so much taller than him. Pretends to hate you being this tall, actually loves it. Sometimes he dreams of sparring with you under the moonlight to assert his dominance, even though there’s really no need to since you’re such a sweetheart towards him. He probably just needs to ask and would get anything from you. He really doesn’t mind you scaring pretty much everyone off, he has the same effect on people he doesn’t know. That just means there’s less people to worry about in his life for the time being. You’ll be spending a lot of time alone with each other that way, which he really likes. Though, maybe don’t scare his teammates too much, he genuinely likes them and wants them to be well too. Though, it’s kind of hard to properly scare them anyway. Ghost is usually a pretty quiet man when there’s no need for chit chat, but he doesn’t mind hearing your voice. In fact, he might get worried if you suddenly stop talking and will ask you what’s wrong. If you’ve got nothing to talk about then he’ll ask some questions so he can continue hearing your voice. He also blushes from time to time when you suddenly give him some sugary sweet compliments. He’s a grown, scary military man, he really shouldn’t be, but it’s just so endearing, especially when you, even bigger and scarier, call him your little honey bunny. It actually motivates him to do house chores. Not that he won’t do them anyway, but you calling him embarrassingly domestic names makes him just a tad bit soft, which leads to him trying to be a good husband. You may cuddle him since he trusts you, but he will also want to hold you from time to time. Life is a constant give and take, so prepare to be cuddled. Won’t particularly ask for cuddles, though, since he’s kind of too embarrassed to admit he’s touch starved. To you it’s blatantly obvious, though, which is why you initiate those cuddling sessions. Ghost appreciates it and sometimes hides a smile in either the pillow or your neck. As long as you don’t see him being silly, all is good.

Soap: He used to hate you being this tall. Soap may “only” be of average height, but he’s the tallest in his family, which he was actually pretty proud of. He towered over his father, even. And then he joined the military, where quite a few people were taller than him. And then you had the audacity to introduce yourself to him. You, the tallest man he’s ever met. It hurt his ego. Ever since you got together, though, he slowly got over it. You’re just such a sweetheart, how could he hate you over something as trivial as this? However, nothing could ever stop him from trying to pick you up and spinning you around. Soap is a pretty strong lad too, he’ll make it work somehow. You will feel tiny and cared for too. There’s a good chance he can’t reach your lips to kiss you. Yes, he could just ask you to bend down, but where’s the fun in that? Climbs you like a tree instead. He’s also always thinking of that one post where, instead of asking their boyfriend, the person should just punch him in the stomach. He won’t do it, but he remembers it every time without fail. He doesn’t mind you being scary either. Hell, Ghost is also a pretty scary guy to have around when you don’t know him and he’s one of Soap’s closest friends. Besides, he knows better anyway. You’re a total goof and the biggest sweetheart this world has ever seen. You being scary towards others just means that he’s got you all to himself all the time. Soap is a clingy guy, so you can expect him to cling to you like a koala from time to time. Actually, that was a lie, you should expect him to jump at you and hold onto you very often. Cuddles over safety. You’re likely also one of the only people on the planet willing to hear him out when he’s talking about his passions. And he could go on for hours every time. Explosives, weapons, whatever show you’re watching together, all is fair game. See, you’re one of the biggest sweethearts to him because you actually listen to him, despite him going into great detail about it all. You may not always be able to understand him when he’s talking chemistry again, but you hear him out anyway, and for that alone you’ve won his heart. He also sits on your lap while talking. You’re his little throne now that he takes immense pride in.

#cod #cod x reader #john price #john price x reader #price x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #I doubt anyone cares but I HC Soap to be 1.78m and Gaz to be 1.81m I just forgot to mention it #m!reader #I know I'm biased but I feel as though I'm actually more willing to write about male readers than fem readers #90% of all things I see in this fandom are with a fem reader there's barely anything for male readers #still thinking back fondly on that one time I got a request for a ftm reader #but that was an eternity ago and I feel as though I'd write that request better now and with more content #I tried to write a lot for this because I was really looking forward to it #besides it was a pretty cute request too. I've actually got a request that's similiar to this one too #it's with Laswell and a reader that's roughly as tall as König #and then I've got something for Nikolai and Price as a couple #I'm gonna write some HCs for that alone and then write some more with added reader as a bonus #I know I never mentioned it anywhere but I do try to be a reader centric blog. but I can write charxchar as well #I just haven't done so since middle school I think #wait no I've written charxchar not too long ago for madcom and tf2. good times #not sure if I'll continue writing today though. I started a new anime and I'm enjoying it a lot so I might watch that instead

[struckd0wn]

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟓: 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲- 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞

Captain Price had taken you under his wing at request of Laswell. You were just a private, new to the world of working as a soldier but Laswell saw something in you, something she knew John could nurture.

Price didn't pay you much mind at first, helping you train and answering any questions you had. After a month or so is when his feelings for you changed.

First when he took you out for a long range weapons lesson. He watched you as you layed on the ground, aiming your weapon at the targets the two for you had set up. His eyes gravitated twords your ass, finding himself pleased with the way your pants hugged the curve.

Then when you practiced hand to hand combat. You wore a white t-shirt and some loose shorts, the fabric stuck to your figure. Mid session you had poured some water over your head to cool off, the water wet you shirt, making it see through. The rest of the time you trained he found it increasingly hard to not just fuck you on the mat right there.

The shirt you wore clung to you, revealing your collar bone and some of your chest to him. Each time you'd go in to fight he hold his breath, grabbing your waist in his large hands to pull you down onto the floor. John's heart raced as you wrapped your legs around him, flipping over so now he was under you, effectively straddling him. He could barley contain himself as you huffed over him, catching your breath as you steadied yourself with your hands on his abs.

Price couldn't get you out of his head, sitting in his office, unable to get any paperwork done. Eventually he gave up, standing abruptly from his desk chair, leaving his office to find you. It was early morning around 2am, most soldiers would probably be asleep at this time. John didn't care, he knew you'd answer to him.

He found your room, banging on the door, waiting for you to answer. You shot out of bed immediately, rushing to open your door. You thought it might be an emergency, not even think about how you only had your underwear on. You opned your door to see the Captain standing there, wearing a t-shirt and some jeans. "Captain Price? What's going on?"

John was on you within an instant, grabbing at you bare waist, pushing you further into your room while shutting the door behind him. His hands slide down you sides, fingers almost breaching the band of your underwear. John's lips smash into yours, tongue darting out to shove down your throat.

The back of your knees meet the edge of your bed, John pushes you down against it. He left wet sloppy kisses on your stomach, trailing up to your chest, then neck. "I trust you won't tell anybody about this," Price whispers lowly into your ear while unbuckling his jeans. "We wouldn't want you to get in any sorta trouble, would we?" He asks, hand sliding down the front of your boxers, fingers running through you folds. To his excitement you're already leaking for him, pulling out his hard cock, stroking it with his unoccupied hand.

John slowly pulls down your boxers. You whince at the feeling of the fabric brushing against your sensitive t-dick. He rubs his hard cock along yours, teasingly pushing the tip into your pussy. "Fuck you're so wet already, how long have you been waiting for this?" He asks you, looking you in your eyes

You hide your embarrassed face from your captain. "Since that night Laswell introduced me to you..." You admit. The confession makes him smile, his cock finally slipping into you with ease. Your moan is muffled by your hand, and although John would love to hear you, he didn't want the other to.

The captain is ruthless with his thrusts, holding your legs against your chest as he fucks into you. He watches his length push in and out of you, groaning as his cock is covered in your wetness. "You slut, dreaming about your captain fucking you. How many times did you get off to the thought of me touching you?" He teases, watching your blissed out face from above. "Dose it feel better than you imagined? 'Cause hell, you feel about 10x better then I could have ever thought." Prices hisses through his teeth, nails digging into you thighs. You nod your head stupidly, going dumb on his cock. You can feel each vein drag along your wall, the curve of it pushing into you g spot.

"Yes sir, it feel..it feels good. Please keep going." You beg. Price obliges, hammering into, the both of you nearing orgasm.

"Yeah baby,that's it. Take my cock you little slut." He rambles on. Your legs shake and you come undone, spraying you liquids all over his cock and lower abdomen. The captain pulls out of you, letting your legs go before releasing his hot cum all over your stomach.

#smut #ftm reader #john price x reader #trans reader #transmasc reader #drabbles #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #sub male reader #john price

[waffles-art-writing]

Platonic!Task Force 141 X Medic!FtM!Reader

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Summary: You just wanted a quiet evening to fill out paper work, but you get a surprise visit by the team. They say you’re just like your brother, Price talks to you after you stitch up the boys.

Proofread: Yes when I was half asleep :) - so not really

Pairing: Platonic! Task Force 141 x Medic! FtM!Reader

WordCount: IDK

Age Rating: 15+ preferably

Codename: Stitch

KEY: Y/N - Your Name, L/N - Last Name.

Warning/Info: swearing, light description of injury, normal COD talk, banter, yelling, pissed off reader. Reader is Trans!

Request: YES! Thank you so much!

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You tap your pen on your desk as you read over numerous files, all of them stating similar words to many questions. One of the younger medics is cleaning up the medical wing while you have locked yourself away in your office, shutting the world out as you pinch the bridge of your nose. You drop the pen on the dark oak desk, grabbing the files and storming out of the office, you are reading over a particular file in hand. Written in messy chicken scratch on the patient sheet is ‘Sergeant Mactavish’ and ‘Sergeant Garrick’ . You know them both, well. Too well in fact, yet they don’t know too much about you. You’ve patched them both and the rest of the 141 far too many times for you to count.

Price recruited you for your skills with field medicine, you weren’t always a medic. You were once in communication, but your brother convinced you to become a medic when he showed you some tips and tricks. Which you ate up like a starved animal. You never knew how much this would help further your career in the military, especially after witnessing the tragedy that has left a deep wound in your heart for the rest of your life.

You rip open the curtain that conceals a bed fromt he rest of the medical ward. Your hands clutch the papers in hand, arms crossing over your chest. “What the fuck did you do?” You sneer, your voice low as you eye the two sergeants, Ghost is watching from the side, Price next to him with a small smirk. “Oh hey doc!” Soap cheers, trying to keep you from blowing a fuse. Gaz is sitting there quietly, his hand clutching the side of his arm. “The first patient file I picked up is yours, Mactavish! And you have the heart to include Garrick on this horribly written excuse of a reason as to WHY! You both have either a bullet or knife in your arms!?” You yell, your voice cracking slightly as you growl at them both. Ghost is silently thanking whatever god is out there, that he’s not the one being scolded this time round.

“And YOU!” You spit, pointing at Price and Ghost with the papers, your hold on the flimsy sheets causing them to crumple. “You left them unsupervised?! How idiotic are you guys!?” You slap the papers down on the side table, grabbing some gloves out of their box from the wall. Pulling them on, you're seething. “I’m sorry Stitch… we didn’t mean to actually get hurt…” Gaz quietly mumbles as he looks at you from the other side of the Soap. They are both seated on the edge of the medical bed, Gaz by the foot do the bed, Soap up by the head of the bed.

You grit your teeth as you turn around. You’re slightly shorter than all the men in the room, not by much, but still shorter. Price can see how much like your twin brother you are, the same concern when it comes to caring for the team, the same rage that fuels you when someone has done something idiotic. “It’s fine… No, actually it's not! It’s not fine! You’re both grown men for Christ's sake, you both gotta learn how to stop being children.” You huff out as you stand in front of Gaz, he’s the one that got clipped by the bullet on his bicep. Your touch is soft when you work on cleaning the injury. “Look Lad, we didn’t mean to-” Soap goes quiet when you stare at him out of the corner of your eye. “You have the same look as your brother…” Soap states.

They all knew your brother, he was one of the field medics that helped them in the past on a few missions and especially when they got back. They always went to him for his help, but when the chopper got shot down that he was in, they couldn’t find anyone else they could trust to come on the missions. That is until they found out he had a twin, Price knew of you, he promised to your brother to help you through everything. He was one of the main supporters to help you through your transition, even teaching you how to shave. Which was an experience and half. Many small cuts on your jaw…

“Yeah well, I am his twin after all Mactavish” You huff, gently applying gauze to Gaz’s arm and wrapping it securely in a bandage. “Thank’s” Gaz states quietly, you nod as you change the gloves to a clean pair to start working on Soap. Price is talking to them both, Ghost adding a few things here and there while you just quietly work on stitching up the Scotsman’s arm. You securely stitch up the wound, giving Gaz his knife back after cleaning it. “Now, you two gotta stop doing stupid shit.” You growl as you finish wrapping Soap’s arm. He nods his thanks as he moves his arm around a little, a small wince forming.

“Take pain meds every four hours, on the hour… You don’t want to be chasing the pain like you always do…” you sigh, cleaning up the area. They all nod their thanks, taking the pain meds from you one their way out. Price stops just shy of the door. You turn to look at him, you notice he's staring at you. “Price?” Your voice is quiet, you feel like there's something on your face.

Price walks over, his hand coming up to your jaw. He’s noticed something, definitely. “Be more careful with that razor kid. Don’t wanna slice your neck open next time…” he sighs, his thumb running over the irritated wound on the underside of your jaw. How the hell did he notice that? You don’t have a clue, other than he just knows. “Yeah, I know… one of the rookies slammed open the bathroom door so I got spooked is all…” you chuckles lightly, shrugging as Price just smiles, shaking his head lightly. “You’ve done good kid… your brother would be proud.” He states, his hand squeezing your shoulder gently.

“Thanks… He would be happy to know I can still put the boys in their place even as a guy.” You laugh, Price chuckles along with you, he turns to leave. “You know where to find me if you need something, kid, see you at the debrief tomorrow at O-Six-Hundred.” He says over his shoulder, leaving you with a wave. You nod as you turn to walk back to your office, your hand subconsciously coming up to touch the small cut. You’re happy you have Price there for you, the team doesn’t seem to mind at all about your transition, if they even know anything about it that is.

Overall, working for the 141 has its highs and lows, but you still love them even if they drive you up the walls mad.

#fanfic #cod fanfic #cod mwii #cod x reader #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #soap mactavish #john price #gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick #task force 141 #task force 141 x reader #platonic #banter #platonic x reader #call of duty modern warfare #soap cod #simon ghost riley #captain price #trans ftm #transgender reader

[a-5-m-0-d-3-u-5]

I plan on expanding on this, I just need to get it out of my system before I forget because I pulled an all-nighter (thank you unidentified sleep issues) on accident and I'm frankly about to pass out

Like many of us, I too have daddy issues and so have latched onto price like many other similar dilf/dilf adjacent characters and so I grew up a people pleaser to make sure I didn't make anyone mad, right?

Imagine being that loyal to price. His obedient little guard dog. You're both fully aware he can take care of himself but you still bite any hand that gets too close to him in a way you don't like. You'd follow his order to the T if it meant you might receive any amount of praise, no matter how small.

He would, of course, notice, but he wouldn't say anything until your obedience gets you hurt. He scolds you, something you always feared. Not from him. Anyone but him raising their voice at you, you'd plead to yourself.

But there's no anger in his eyes. Fuck, he's worried about you. Why do you keep throwing yourself in danger for him? He'd never ask you to dive head first into a suicide mission just because he knew you'd listen. It was the only choices you'd make regarding him that he'd never influenced and he wanted to know why.

Well, you loved him of course, but you couldn't say that. You had a reputation to keep up. Price's guard dog and nothing more or less. So you admit your feelings through your gritted maw and don't need to look up to imagine the pitiful look he's giving you.

He tells you that you shouldn't. It's not appropriate, he says. He doesn't sound very convinced himself, but you convince yourself that it's just you thinking that and excuse yourself. You just wanted to be a good dog in return for everything he'd done for you. You never intended for these feelings to bubble up. They made your stomach turn.

More details will be fleshed out when I'm not sleep deprived lol I wanna turn this into one of those really nice big hurt comfort fics I love to find if I can manage it

#male reader #ftm reader #captain price x reader #john price x reader #price x reader #captain price x male reader #john price x male reader #price x male reader #captain price x ftm reader #john price x ftm reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

[b0g-b0y]

Price x ftm reader

Period pain

I wrote this a while ago and I don’t plan on adding more to it.

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Here you were walking down the hallway with an angry look on your face that kept everyone away from you, mostly Soap and Gaz. You walked by Soap earlier and responded harshly to his hello that was how it started with why they made sure to be out of your way. You don’t knock on Priecs door you barged in and locked the door before turning back to Price stomping over to the man grabbing his office chair and rolling it back so you had room to sit on his lap.” Fuck you muppet my paper work” Price barely got out before you climbed in his lap. You didn’t say anything, all you did was hold onto Price like your life depended on it.” Hey what's going on y/n?” Price asked well, rubbing your back.” I’m in pain sir and I think I rather get shot”y/n said into his shoulder. “ I rather you not get shot” Price responded and kissed your head.” You want me to ask Ghost to start the kettle up and I’ll get us some tea?” Price asks.”no” you replied. “ What do you want then love? I have work to do and so do you” Price said well trying to get back to his paperwork. “Just hold me please…sir” Y/n mumbled into the captain’s neck. Price wasn’t used to this normally you were always so dominant and stubborn but here you were clinging onto him like your life depended on it. Price soon felt your hot tears fall onto his skin.” We can stay like this a little longer than. If that’s what you want my pretty boy” he kisses your head again after he spoke.

#cod x male reader #john price cod #x ftm reader #john price

[sillyunknownkitkat]

Nikolai and price x ftm!headcanons sfw & nsfw pls & tyy

Ofc!

Nikolai and Price with an ftm!s/o hcs

NIKOLAI :

sfw

He doesn't care at all of what's in your pants or how you identify

even if you dated him before coming out, it's the same to him

he loves you for you and that's it

now he's still carefull to not make you uncomfortable

Like maybe avoiding your chest area if it makes you uncomfortable

he'd help you with your T shots, paying surgery/ies, ...

also just spats insult in Russian if someone purposely misgender you. it doesn't matter if the person doesn't understand what he's saying, the expression on his face and tone of voice are enough to get the point

now if you guys had to go to a family dinner or something but you don't want/can't come out to them, he'll be weird

it's just that he respects you way too much to disrespect you but he understands the situation

I'm pretty sure the LGBTQIIA+ movement isn't really known in Russia but the man travels a lot

100% would go to a pride convention(?) with you

nsfw

I think he's done to try almost everything at least once

so if you rather put on a strap/use your dick, no problem at all!

while I think he prefers to be top, he definitely doesn't mind being bottom/sub

He'd be a bit sad if he can't eat you out anymore but once again he understands and respects it

plus you still have another hole so....

if you're still okay with your birth genital then he's all for it

"Such a pretty boy cunt", "mmmm, so handsome looking while I play with you", ...

PRAISE, PRAISE, PRAISE

he's the best if you ever feel dysmorphic (pls tell me if it's the wrong word) but still horny

doesn't matter if you still have more "feminine" boobs

something with a nipple is good no matter the circumstances

PRICE

Sfw

He knows what trans means but he's a little lost okay?

in this he dated you while you were already transitioned but he doesn't really know per say

when you first tell him he's like "okay..? good job."

yeah...

I'm sorry but he can't stop himself to ask you that one question

"So you still have a fanny down there or...?"

hdhzjzkzkzkz

sorry.

same as nikolai, it doesn't really matter if you do or don't

nobody even dares to misgender you while with him

I'm also very sorry but he won't go to a mride convention unless you really insist on him being there

it's just that he works a lot so he just want to relax and do almost nothing

please don't take peepaw to a family reunion if they're transphobic because it won't end well

nsfw

this man hasn't been pegged or rimmed before and didn't like the idea at first

but even if you respect his choice, you're still a bit sad

he agrees after a few recherches but he's still a bit nervous

so you talk him through it and he ends up really liking it !

now he's okay with being a switch but he still needs to do the fucking so hopefully you like anal too

but in the case where you don't really mind he's the same as Nikolai

"Squeezing me so tight luv'", "Mmm good boy, keep doing that."

I believe this man also enjoy tiddies no matter your genre or you "genital attribute"

heck he even enjoy his to be played with!

sorry if this was a little short but I'll probably write a oneshot for this later because I really liked the idea.

please tell me if anything seems offensive, rude,... I really don't mean too!

have a great day/night and be safe everyone!

#cod nikolai x ftm reader #cod headcanons #cod nikolai x reader #cod x reader #cod mw2 #transgender #john price x ftm reader #price x reader #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #john bravo 6 Price x reader

[pfhwrittes]

riffing off the poll i reblogged re: your blorbos doing top surgery. so these are some vague headcannons on how the members of tf141 would look after a reader post top surgery.

pairings: gaz x reader, soap x reader, simon x reader (romantic), john price & reader (platonic).

warnings: gaz refers to reader as babe and calls the reader handsome.

note: i’ve written this reader to be a trans man but can be read as anyone who wants top surgery. also i am firmly in the camp that you DON’T have to have surgery to be considered transgender or to have your gender respected. fuck knows it’s a hard enough process here in the UK, i can’t imagine my healthcare being stuck behind what is essentially a paywall.

gaz would be a sweetheart. he’d get you drinks and painkillers. he’d move your cushions/pillows around as much as you wanted. he’d pretend not to see when you burst into tears over pain/relief/a weird sense of mourning and fear. he’d even help you to the bathroom and linger outside the door (unlocked, he’d insist on it being unlocked) in case you need help with anything. the man gets your favourite takeaway and doesn’t make a fuss when you only eat a little bit of it because you’re feeling a bit nauseous from the meds you’re on. checks on your drains and dressings and soothes you when you catch sight of the swelling. he reassures you with forehead and cheek kisses when you’re upset and reassures you with a gentle babe you’re so handsome and brave, i can’t wait for you to show off your chest when you’re feeling better.

price would handle it from a more professional perspective (i am not saying reader would be in the military but i am saying that the man deals with paperwork most of the time anyway so he’d handle it for your work). he’s already sent off copies of your medical note from the surgeon, he’s filled in the paperwork to get sick pay. less hands on than gaz (but that’s only because i can’t see price with a trans man in a romantic or sexual way) so he doesn’t overstep but as your friend he’ll bring you food if you ask and painkillers too. checks in with you and sends you book recommendations, music recommendations and the occasional meme (don’t try to tell me he wouldn’t send you memes. that man is a millennial he knows what a fucking meme is) when you’re well enough to complain about being bored.

simon would be kind of a dick about it. listen i don’t make the rules but he would. he’s supportive enough. he’d give you a ride back from the hospital and get you to wherever is the most comfortable but he’s a bit shit at looking after you (the man has no practice outside of emergency medical care). you’d have to text him to get you a drink or painkillers. healthy nutritious food? no. what flavour pot noodle do you want? never mind you’re getting a bombay bad boy because that’s all he’s got in the cupboard. emotionally he’s not great at expressing how he’s feeling about your recovery so he comes across as gruff but that’s mostly because he’s repressing a whole bunch of trauma and fear that things won’t go well. he won’t touch you apart from holding your hand when you ask because he’s worried he’ll mess up your stitches but still it comes across as a bit cold.

soap the darling man is just so fucking excited for you. it’s a bit much actually while you’re still recovering and yeah you end up snapping and it hurts his feelings a little but he’ll try to play it off as not a big deal. he’s just so happy for you (and for himself because he cannot wait to get his hands on you now that you’ll let him because your chest is the way you want it)! super affectionate, peppers you with kisses all over your face. he’s similar to gaz in that he’s all about making you as comfortable as possible and tries to preempt any requests you have (gets you bottles of water and can of irn-bru because that’s what he always wants when he’s feeling under the weather, grabs you as many snacks as you want). unlike gaz he’s enough of a freak to insist on being in the bathroom with you when you need to go, he says it’s to make sure you’re safe but he’s definitely using it as an excuse to touch you as much as possible until you’re fully healed up.

#cod fic #ftm!reader #binders and boyfriends #kyle garrick x reader #simon riley x reader #john mactavish x reader #john price and reader #kg #jp #jm #sr

[specterings]

thinking about john price with a s/o thats a mutt.

nsfw under the cut

cw / implied trans price, pet play, subtop!amab!reader, only pronouns are ‘you’, biting, dom!bottom price, dubcon play? price gets ‘stuck’ im note sure now to tag it, breeding mentions of price from price, unprotected penetration, cumming inside :P i’ll probably continue this later idk. reader is called mutt, mongrel, pup, &. dog

john price who’s partner is a mutt. he knew it the second he saw how you panted into his neck as you fucked him, saw it in the way youd bite at his shoulders, lick his fingers, looked at collars with a bit of longing when you’d scroll through sites, looking for more toys.

what he hadn’t anticipated was that you weren’t a puppy, you were a mutt— like some feral stray he had picked up on the streets. you ate too quick, sometimes bit his fingers when he fed you, shook the water on him when he gave you a bath. you like being bad, and he likes letting you be bad. a little mangy mutt.

it changes some days, so he’s got numerous collars for how you wanna play it out. he’d come home from shopping to you nowhere to be found, but the thick, heavy collar with spikes, for when you wanted to be a big, bad dog, was gone from the little rack in your room.

price goes into the play room, which is locked up with a key when company comes over, and its easy enough to find you gnawing on a tough toy, in your little place in the corner since youre too bulky and big for a crate. you’re watching something on your phone, but youve long since fallen asleep.

he just laughs and walks back out, after turning your phone off and taking it to put it on a charger. he does miscellaneous things around the house til he hears you shifting around, before he reaches to get something from under the bed, cursing loudly when he gets stuck. he hears you come in, his lower half dripping with arousal, and gasps when you bite at his waistband and tug his pants down. “hey! bad pup!” he scolds, but it falls on deaf ears as intented, when you pull down his boxers too.

he cant help the moan that he lets out when you begin fucking into him with vigor, shoving your cock straight into his stretched hole and immediately fucking him, balls slapping against his little dick, groaning as your hands grip him roughly around the hips. “fuck! fuck, good mutt, fucking me so deep,” he can hear your growl and his hoke fluters around you, “g-gonna breed me? gonna give me a whole litter of babies- shit!” he yelps as you bite into the skin of his back, deep enough to leave bruises no doubt. you keep fucking him until he cums, and then keep it up even after that, making him moan and claw at the floor, bulky shoulders pinned between the bedframe and the floor.

he gasps as you cum deep inside him, and groans as you pull out, only to immediately begin licking up your mess on his oversensitive hole. “g-good dog…” <3

#cal writes. #n/sft #captain john price #captain john price x reader #captain price #ftm

[killmeprettypleasee]

Price x Ftm!lieutenant!Reader general dating hcs pls and tyy

Dating headcanons W/ John Price.

Warning: SFW AND NSFW mentioned, clingy price, mentions of killing someone, slightly possessive Price, switch Price and switch reader.

SFW

Before you and Price started dating, the two of you are already close friends, you two joined the military together and trained together back then before you guys are in your current ranks.

He is very sweet to you and supports you being a trans person.

He found out you were trans waaaayyyy back then, and the way he reacts was kinda random..

"Wait.. so your one of those transformers robots????" He looked at you dumbfounded as he scanned the surgery scars on your chest.

He was very confused.. but still supports you!

When someone was being toxic to you he WILL and not hesitate to unalive them.

He loves you too much see😭

He'll give them the coldest death stared making their bones quiver in fear.

He will cuddle you, and be hella clingy.

Imagine.

You both at the halls of the base and he's just hugging you, not caring if anyone is watching.

He would call you to his office to just hold you and have you sit on his lap.

Hell, every once i a while he'll make you skip training just to have you there with him..

He will never let you out of his sight.

NEVER.

You're his sunshine afterall, his Marshmellow to the hot cocoa, his sauce to the spaghetti, his peach to the eggplant (okay thats just weird..)

When you're both at home, he wouldn't let you go out to buy groceries and insisted that he should be the one buying.

He's just scared because he overthinks that someone will kidnap you.

He doesn't even care if you know self-defense 💀

When both of you go out on a date he'll take you out to the beautiful restaurants ever, but he rather keep it simply

He'll even buy you beautiful clothes to match your date.

One time both of you went to a Chinese sea food restaurant that serves raw and fresh sea food.

He bought himself those tentacles cus he wanna try them out.

End up sticking to his face.

Both of you gotta go to the doctor cus the tentacles suction wont let go.

He was traumatized and both of you never went to those fresh sea food restaurant.

NSFW

After ever date there should a spicy intimate time with him.

He would bend you over when you both in your car or at your house.

Just somewhere private where both of you could fuck.

He loves dominating you, but sometimes he also likes it when you're the one dominating him

He likes it when you overstimulate him till he's a whining mess when you're taking the lead.

You just loos so sexy ontop him while riding his cock while calling him a good boy.

It makes his cock twitch when you do that.

And the way you moan just sends him over the edge.

But when he's the one in control he would bend you over doggy style and hit your prostate head on with his tip.

He absolutely loves when you moan out his name.

Its just so cute.

He likes raw sex.

He wanna make sure to mark your insides aswell your body to show who you belong.

He loves it when your cunt squeezed his cock.

He'll call you a good boy for that.

When both of you are more on the romantic side he'll be gentle and loving with you.

He'll caressed your body and worship you.

He loves touching your scars btw.

He thinks its fascinating.

"God baby.. you're so damn beautiful.. such a handsome boy eh?.." He softly praised against your ear as he touched your scars.

He grunted when your cunt tightened around him.

"You're getting so tight around me baby boy.. such a good boy huh?"

Yeh...

He sometimes think about having a child with you sometimes.

This man has an extreme breeding kink...

Sometimes he'll rub your lower belly while he's fucking you cunt, whispering praises while he day dream of getting you pregnant.

He's glad you have a cunt ngl.

He could just impregnate you anytime..

But you're still a soldier and you still wanna keep the job so he respects that.

He'll wait when he's allowed to Impregnate you.

But he wont stop fucking you raw.

Sooo you have no choice but to go on birth control🤷.

#cod x male reader #x male reader #bottom male reader #cod x ftm reader #cod x male reader smut #ftm reader #x ftm reader #ftm sub #ftm bottom #price x male reader smut #price x male reader #john price x male reader #captain price #price x reader

[runekirikjartan]

Recon - John Price/FtM!Reader

Warnings/Tags: Public Sex, Fingering, Vaginal Fingering, Praise Kink, Mission Sex, Smut, Porn with feelings, porn without plot, voice kink. Pairing: John Price/Reader Readers pronouns: He/Him

Hands slid you the line of your waist, circling and gripping. They startled you from your position, and the lazy headspace you were in watching the target.

Quickly, Price shushed you, his voice rough and low as he bent down to whisper into your ear. His weight settled on the back of your thighs, straddling them. The clasps for your belt were undone with his hands wrapping around your waist, with an arousing efficiency. The weight of your gear falling off the small of your back meant  that Price had access to slide his hands over the thin fabric of your shirt.

It was just reconnaissance, Laswell said that there wouldn't be any actual firefights, yet at least.

Price is handsy with you, he runs his hands over the small of your back, caressing your waist, and then your hips, then the backs of your thighs. He squeezes and gropes, distracting you from your scope.

You turn to look at him over your shoulder.

"Focus." He commands, his voice still radiating Captain. 

His hazel eyes were dark and half-hidden underneath the brim of his bucket hat. He stared at you like a starving animal, mouth parted. You guessed that if he was an animal he'd be drooling. You didn't know that while his hands squeezed your arse that his mouth was watering with the urge to taste you. 

Neither of you would be so lucky. Price can't risk both of you being distracted, he knows for a fact that if he got his face between your thighs he'd be more interested in having you screaming on his tongue than watching the target-

So he settles for second best. 

He, despite your quiet protests, shuffles your pants down your legs, until they're just above your knee. He smiles at your brightly coloured underwear, something he knows you snuck onto base. It has doughnuts on it, brightly coloured and covered in pink, white, blue icing and sprinkles. Those get pulled down next, his hands squeezing your ass as he goes.

"Arse looks delicious, sweet boy." Price rumbles above him, somewhere along the lines of a purr. "Mind letting me at your cunt?" He asked, patting the insides of your thighs.

"John." Your complaint was borderline a whine. 

He instructed you to turn your head back to the target, you do so without complaint.

It wasn't fair that he was trying to distract you, because you so desperately wanted him to do it. It wasn't the first time that Price would come up behind you with a grope or two during a mission. Occasionally he'd corner you in an empty room after sweeping a building, or surprising you in the jeep before Gaz and the others made it back, dragging you in for a long and thorough kiss while palming the crotch of your pants or grinding his knee against you.  

You shuffle your legs apart as best as you can while Price moves his weight instead to the backs of your calves. You manage to get your legs a little further apart, boxers squeezing at your thighs as Price stares down at your exposed cunt. 

You heard him spit, and wet fingers cold from the wind around you slid between your folds to first press against your engorged cock, and then they stroked back up to press against your entrance.

"John." You repeat. This time your words actually fell into a whine as he unashamedly began fucking his fingers in, up to the second knuckle. 

"Bloody hell, you're tight aren't you sweetheart. Been a while since you had my cock or fingers, am I right?" Price croons above you, voice low and teasing. He still has that steady calmness that makes it seem like he's just reading or reciting mission reports, but it's melting your brain so that it's leaking out between your ears while your pussy leaks around his fingers.

"Y-You keep-ah-" Your voice shook, already giving away to Price that you were losing your composure. "K-keep sending m-me away!" 

Your voice hitched at his fingers rubbing firmly against your g-spot. Your thighs clenched as much as they could manage, but it only served to make you tighter on his fingers, enhancing the sensation while he worked past the second knuckle of his fingers. 

"Don't do it because I want to, love." Price scolded you gently, his other hand leaving the spotters scope for a split second so that he can caress the small of your back. "You're one of my best, and you'd despise me if I put you on the bench just to have access to your cunt 24/7."

"I w-would." You whispered, knowing he was right. For as much as you loved John, if he took away your independence, the part of you that had pride in being able to protect others, it would probably stifle your fire and passion until you suffocated.

"Eyes forward." He said gently, less of an order and more of a reminder when he catches you trying to turn around to look at him over your shoulder. "Watch the target for me, love. Be good, can you do that"

You hummed, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"You can do that for me, can't you, be a good boy and keep on the target for me. Tell me what you see." 

"Target's just..." You felt him settle and angle his fingers, trying in earnest now to show you a good time. "He's j-just doing something on his laptop, same thing he's been doing for the last hour."

"Good boy. Watch him for me." 

"Yessir." 

You hear Price's growl above you. The fingers pressing inside you crooked and angled downwards, pressing against your g-spot, reminding you that Price was the one with the power in this situation. 

"Say it again." Price ordered, voice rough with want.

"Yes sir.." You answered, louder than the first time. Price's chuckle sent shivers down your spine. 

"God, you’re good love." 

You watched as the target types away on his laptop. His attention fully focused on his work in front of him. You're certain that the man didn’t even know he was being tailed or watched. You shivered as you felt calloused fingers stroking over the curve of your ass. Price was getting handsy with you. He squeezed the whole of one ass cheek with his palm, fingers dimpling the flesh. 

Honestly the possessive gesture always turned you on. You liked knowing that you were Price's. That he could just sidle up to you and grab your ass. His hands were so fucking big, you marvelled while his hands caressed, squeezed, touched and teased. His palm smacked against the flesh of your ass with a satisfying sound. 

Price's fingers rubbed deliberately over your sweet spot, jolting you out of position. Your grip on the rifle faltered for a split second, you let out a sharp breath, your earlier heavy breathing leaving a wet sheen over the body of your rifle. It was the only proof of how much Price was affecting you, if no one looked at how drenched your lower half was around rough knuckles and long fingers carving their way through you. 

"Keep your head still." He instructed, his voice was swamped with arousal, but his tone was steady and calm. It had you clenching around his fingers as he prodded them deeper into you. "It's gonna be close." 

You didn’t know how he was managing to spot you and fuck your cunt with his fingers, you didn't care. Your eyes were on the target, your cheek resting against the body of your rifle, yet all you could think about is his heavy weight on your thighs holding you in place for him to use you as you please.

Arousal tightened in your core. If you listened over the elements that were surrounding you, you can almost hear the sound of his fingers, wet with spit, squelching obscenely inside you. Part of you craved his cock right now, no one could stop you.

There was no backup, you and Price were all alone out there, exfil site miles away. No one there to see you falling apart at Price's touch or his skin on yours. No one privy to the mess Price is making of you.

The wind howled past you, making you shiver and drawing your attention to the cooling spit on the insides of your thighs, exposed to the elements. 

"You're doing so good." You could hear the smile in his voice. He was teasing you, but his praise was genuine. You wanted to be so good for him. You nodded your cheek against the body of your rifle, metal warm from your body heat. 

"John. John. John please." His name fell from your lips in desperation. 

You wanted him to touch you.

You wanted him to give you everything.

You wanted a reward, his reward, whatever he was willing to give you. You shook where he touched. You arched back into his hands. The target was in the back of your mind, an afterthought as you focused on the Captain. You heard the obscene squelch of your cunt clenching and fluttering around Price’s fingers. You heard him grunt under his breath pretty praises that make your stomach somersault from emotion and arousal.

Your legs shook underneath him. 

The hand that wass steadying your rifle left the cold metal in favour of squeezing down underneath you, scraping your knuckles against concrete warmed by your body so you could rub your fingers sloppily over your engorged cock while Price continued to fuck you.

Arousal coiled in your belly and threatened to spill past your lips in a gasp. You felt your tongue heavy in your mouth, your fingers shaking as they rubbed over your cock with a desperate sigh. Price’s other hand continued to squeeze your ass admiringly, going so far as to smack it to watch your flesh bounce.

Price laughed from where he was rubbing his fingers almost aggressively against your g-spot, unrelentingly forcing you to squirm. Your gaze drifted from the target, eyes fluttering shut as you panted and moaned, spit dripping from your mouth where your chin was pressed into the concrete. The moment your barrel drifted off course Price corrected you with a firm hand.

“Sweetheart.” Price crooned above you. “Eyes up.”

Price was relentless as you struggled to comprehend the order for a second, his fingers crooking without restraint to abuse the spongy nub inside of you. You dragged your eyes back up to the target, trying and failing to keep them open with the first wave of your orgasm rolled over you.

You let out an unintelligible jumble of pleas and moans, clinging to your rifle for the cold metal to ground you. Your thighs shook underneath him. 

“That’s it love, give it to me.” Price groaned deeply, his fingers still buried deep in you, coaxing out the rest of your orgasm, your cunt fluttering around his fingers. He could feel it throbbing around him, felt your heartbeat.

You barely heard him over the blood rushing in your ears, heart pounding in your chest as you felt the ridges of your rifle digging into your cheek. His fingers kept going, and you felt yourself melting bonelessly into the concrete roof.

“You didn’t think we were done yet, did you?”

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