#captain price x trans reader

[saturncodedstarlette]

Dad!Price, teaching his kid life lessons : Do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life.

Kid!Y/N : Cool. ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

Dad!Price : But if what you love isn’t profitable, your life will be very short.ヽ(´ー｀)┌

Kid!Y/N : (｡o_o｡)""

[transmascfanfic]

Together at Last

GIF by xMoonpiex

-Minors DNI-

Author's Note: This story is based on a day-dream I had, I hope others will enjoy it as much as I do. I apologize if there are any errors I proof read this myself.

Pairing: Captain John Price x Trans Male Reader

Word Count: 1,315

Content Warning: Fluff, slight angst, smut, quality time, physical touch, words of affirmation, p in v, cockwarming, somnophilia (kinda?)

Summary: It’s been a long week and after not having nearly enough time with his beloved Price simply can’t get close enough to his angel.

Like a completely different man, while he was still caring and sweet in public when alone he seemed to speak much more freely. He let himself become vulnerable, knowing he was completely safe with you. 

Author: transmascfanfic

The day had been long but that was nothing compared to the week as a whole. All week both you and Price had been running around the compound, hardly even having time to say hi to each other as you passed in the halls. Either he was on a call or you were rushing to deliver important papers. There was just no time to relax. As so you were feeling quite neglected as was he, not by each other rather just in general. 

As you stumbled into your room and removed your uniform you simply collapsed into the bed, letting out a heavy exhale into the pillows and pulling the blankets over yourself. It had been so long since you felt a second body in bed with you you were becoming used to sleeping alone. As you laid in the dark your whole body felt sore, aching even from all the work you’d done that week. If only you had the warm body of your lover against you to melt away that pain.

Price simply couldn't care if there was work to do, he hadn't gotten a damn minute to himself all week let alone a minute to dedicate to his angel. Well he wasn't going to stand for that any longer. He’d made it known he would be unavailable for the night and not to bother him unless the compound was burning to the ground.

As he walked towards your room he felt how tired he truly was, how lonely he had been without the companionship of his lover all week. His shoulders slumped as he slowly opened the door to your room, a small frown on his face as he knew the door had been unlocked as you hoped he would finally be able to join you.

Light shone into the room for only a moment before the door was shut and locked. Price stripped to his undershirt and boxers before climbing under the sheets. A bit surprised you hadn't noticed his presence yet. 

It took all of that and an arm wrapping around your waist for you to finally blink away the oncoming sleep and realize it was none other than Price in bed with you. Your body trembled slightly as a faint sniffle could be heard, tears had begun welling up in your eyes.

Pushing yourself further into him he wrapped his arms tighter around you. Price’s head rested against your own, his warm lips pressing kisses to your head, forehead, ear, neck, shoulder, anything he could reach. How awful he felt hearing his lover crying in his hold. “I’m so sorry angel… It’s been far too long.” His gruff yet caring voice whispers against your skin. Feeling himself being to tear up a bit as well. 

“It’s okay, I just missed you John.” You whimper into his chest, your tears staining his shirt. A large hand cups your cheek, gently guiding your gaze to meet his. “Even with tears in those pretty eyes you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.” Price spoke softly, gently wiping away your tears with his thumb.

Stroking your cheek and tilting your chin up, his lips connected with yours. A sweet and passionate kiss, one that had your hands reaching up to hold him. One hand on his shoulder and the other on his cheek, pulling him back in and holding the kiss till you were both completely out of oxygen. 

As you both eventually were forced to pull away you each felt much better, of course it would take much more than just some kissing to recharge and fill the need to be close. Neither of you wanted to sleep yet, you needed to just enjoy each other's presence. The feeling of your bodies pressed together so snugly. 

You would turn to face away from Price, the two of you now spooning together. There was almost nothing that rivaled being spooned by Price, his body was always so warm and wrapped around your own so perfectly. His head rested against yours and arms wrapped tightly around your chest. You would hold onto those strong arms, further securing yourself in his grasp. 

“You’re so handsome… I can never get you out of my head, you know that? Even despite how busy I was all week, your smile and voice were always on my mind.” Price whispered against you, he was always so romantic when it was just the two of you.

Like a completely different man, while he was still caring and sweet in public when alone he seemed to speak much more freely. He let himself become vulnerable, knowing he was completely safe with you. 

You let out a deep breath, your head rested against his chest. “I’m always thinking of you too, I missed you so much.” You mutter out, your whole body pressed against his. Trying to get as close as physically possible, as hard as you tried there still seemed to be space between the two of you and Price knew that too. 

“Do you want me to get closer?” He asks in a hushed voice, his large hands trailing down your body. “Yes please.” You mumble, knowing exactly what he was thinking. Just the thought of that deep intimacy made you excited after being neglected for so long. You turned around, your back now pressed to Price as his hands hooked the rim of his boxers. 

Slowly pulling them down, he gently stroked himself for a moment. Quickly hardening in anticipation of his lover boy. You had pulled your pajama pants and boxers down while he did that, reaching down and rubbing your hot, puffy clit to create more wetness.

Price’s hand ran down your arm, folding it up towards your chest as he held you tight. He rocked his hips against yours, rubbing the head of his thick cock against your lower lips. While Price would normally tease you at least a little he was far too desperate for that and so were you.

The head of his cock slipped inside your wet hole, there was only a slight bit of resistance from your week apart. However once he was in you both let out deep sighs of relief. Price moved his hips up a bit, fully sheathing himself inside you before wrapping both arms around you securely. Your arms wrapped around his, a familiar feeling of warmth and safety filling you. 

Price rested his forehead against the nape of your neck, doing some deep breathing and calming himself. His cock still stiffening at the prospect of intercourse, the two of you had no plans for such however.

The two of you wanted to be close, nothing more. This was a closeness that was unrivaled, it was intimate and tender. The kisses he placed along your neck and shoulders were also intimate and tender. “I love you so much, so fucking much.” Price said breathlessly between kisses.

“So handsome, my absolute everything.” You reached back, gently caressing his cheek and jawline. “Angel, is this close enough?” He asks cheekily. You could feel the smirk pressed into your back, causing you to chuckle and smile as well. 

“You know is it my love.” You say softly, feeling his nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck. Price let out a satisfied hum, finally feeling sleep begin to cloud his mind. Sleep had begun to take the both of you and no matter how you both tried to fight it off it would eventually win.

Laying in bed, under the warm, soft covers. Wrapped in the embrace of each other in more ways than one. It had been such a difficult week and you two deserved this. Eventually your bodies loosened and melted together as you fell into deep restful sleeps. Tomorrow morning would be reserved for more time together when the two of you were energized once again.

[astr0exe]

HYBRID AU !

(tm reader, puppy reader, dehumanisation(?), nsfw)

(pt 2.)

Soap definitely tries to convince the other to let you stay in his room, just so he can pamper (use) you, his little puppy:(

I feel like Price would have a dog bed in his office, UNDER his desk, so you can play with his dick whenever he wants you to, cause.. you dont know what you really want puppy, just suck on his dick for a little bit, it will help your confused brain he promises and he wouldnt ever lie to his favourite pet

Gaz would absolutely spoil and pamper you, like always sliding you treats, letting you use him, letting you curl up in his lap

Ghost would probably have a collar made for you when you first get bought by them, a pretty pet deserves a pretty collar right boy? he would probably wanna see your drenched hole stretch along him AND Johnnys dicks, just be a good boy and take it:(

[rodolfoparras]

I NEED Prices old man pussy on my face right now😩😩🤤🤤

- 🔪

It was a stupid idea but it was an idea nonetheless, having price sit on your face while fully clothed to prove he wouldn’t crush you with his weight.

It must’ve been one two or three too many drinks when you’d asked Price to sit on your face, which he’d only responded with a look as if you had killed someone right in front of him, which was ironic since that was what he did for living.

However he’d been quick to explain that he was too heavy, that he was bound to crush you with his weight and that you should just do things your usually way, with him spread out on your sheets and with you buried between his thighs.

Any other day you’d take him up on his offer but by that point you’d long forgotten about the act itself, too focused on the way he sees himself so being the person that you are with one too many drinks in your system you’d have him put his weight on your chest whilst the both of you were fully clothed just to prove that you could take it.

So here he is, with his weight pushing down on your chest, calves pressing at the side of your ribs and his hands fumbling around on your pecs to adjust himself

“See, told you that you had nothing to worry about,” you slurre out, bleary eyed and mindlessly caressing his thighs.

However he doesn’t respond, eyes looking anywhere else with his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, hands nervously fiddling on your chest.

“Hey, hey, we don’t have to do anything alright?” You say, snapping out of your drunken demeanor for a second “just wanted to show you I’m stronger than you think old man, you have nothing to worry about” you say, words coated in liquor as you flash him a reassuring smile.

“It’s not that” he croaks out, adam's Apple bobbing as he swallow hard, thighs squeezing the side of your ribs.

That’s when you finally get a whiff of his musky scent, eyes automatically falling to the spot between his legs, noticing the way the fabric outlines his cunt, with a small wet patch prominently showing on it.

“You- you aren’t wearing any underwear”

He doesn’t turn to meet your gaze but from where you lay you can see his face turn red, can hear the shaky breath escaping his lips, hands flailing in the air to explain himself. “I’m sorry I usually go commando -“

“Fuck it’s okay” you croak trying to ignore the way your cock twitches at the sight” it’s alright just - just relax yeah?” You say, your own hands shaking where they rest on his legs, as your pulse sounds through your ears. “Do you do you want to uh continue this? We don’t have-“

“I want to,” he says now meeting your gaze, and tone as firm as his words.

“Okay fuck okay” you say, laughing in disbelief and out of excitement, blood pooling to the lower half of your body as you squeeze at his thighs in reassurance.

“You’ll uhm you’ll have to move a bit closer, can’t really reach “ you say feeling heat creep up your own neck, ears and cheeks as the words tumble past your lips.

He doesn’t respond, head ducking down as he shuffles further up your chest.

You reach out with your hands to help him adjust himself so that you now can feel his heat licking at your cheeks, can almost see the way his pubic hair pokes out through the sinfully thin fabric, can almost taste him on your lips.

“Tell - tell me to stop whenever ” you croak out, before you’re cranking your neck up to lick stripe along his clothed cunt.

The slight hitch in his breath and the squeak of the wooden board is all you get in response to your question.

So you deliver another broad stroke and this time you earn a verbal response but instead of telling you to stop, you hear the words “please god please” tumbling past his lips.

And who are you to deny such a sweet request, you think to yourself as you crank your neck, swiping your tongue over his clothed clit and watching the way the fabric darkens more from your spit.

“Fuck” he squeaks put, hips bucking into your touch as he clutches onto the headboard for dear life.

However quickly your neck starts to ache from the awkward angle and you prompt the older man to sit on your face.

That’s when he freezes up again, familiar words slipping past his lips, I’m too heavy, I’ll crush you, but you're quick to shut him down with a slap to his thigh.

“If you think this attests my strength then I’m a little worried for your intelligence captain” you say with a chuckle which only earns you a slap to the head.

“Ouch! Okay I’m sorry” you say through a pained laugh “but really I can handle it”

The last bit of doubt trickles out his eyes, teeth releasing his worried bottom lip as he starts to lower himself down but you stop him with a hand to his hips.

“Clothes” is all you say and you see the look of realization flash across his face before he turns red as he quickly shuffles off his sweats, his lower half completely bare before he’s back to hovering over your face.

He’s about to say something, probably to state his worries once again but before he can do so you’re pulling him down onto your face, with your eager tongue pushing past his slick folds and tonguing his hole.

He doesn’t get a moment to breathe, doesn’t even get a moment to think about the thoughts that worried him previously, complety lost in the sensation of you relentlessly fucking your tongue into him.

It’s almost too much, it becomes too much when your lips mercilessly latch onto his clit, sucking eagerly at the numb til Price is sobbing, sweat trickling down his spine and hips clumsily grinding down onto your tongue.

He doesn’t even comprehend when he had started riding your face, uncaring of anything except for the fact that he’s inching closer to his release.

“Cu-cumming” he manages to squeak out before he comes undone with a cry, body shaking and headboard threatening to break under his hands.

Later when he’s laying on your chest, you got a smug look on your face as you say the words.

“Told you that you had nothing to worry about”

[2kiran]

“I SHOULDN’T CRY (BUT I LOVE IT)”

pairing john price x reader genre smut gn reader & trans ftm price. dom!reader x sub!price cw lowercase typing. oral. face sitting. overstim. dirty talk. pet names.

you want to show your captain how much you want to help him relax.

you’ve noticed that price has handled a lot of stress these past few weeks, paperwork after paperwork stacked on his desk and the burden of missions simultaneously.

thinking about how to help him, an idea suddenly popped up in your mind. it was silly, really. not to mention that he was your superior and it was inappropriate for your strictly professional relationship. but hey, a one time thing wouldn’t hurt, right? you were just helping your captain blow off some steam like the good soldier you were.

step by step, leg after leg. you fidgeted with your hands inside your pockets, nearing price’s office. you knock on his door, a few beats of silence passed before a muffled “come in” rang through your ears. you twisted the knob, captain price was sitting behind his desk. eyes furrowed in concentration as he filled in his paperwork. he glanced up at you. “captain,” you began, locking the door.

“hm?” he wasn’t really paying attention to you, but that will soon change. “i– uh...” you hesitated with your next words, this definitely could go wrong. he raised his brow, prompting you to continue. embarrassment burned your face down to your chest. you wanted to back out but it was too late now. you clear your throat, walking towards him and placing your hands on his desk. “i wanna ask you something.”

he didn’t respond but you knew he heard you. “can you sit on my face?” you blurt out. price snapped his head towards you, shock written all over his features. “i’m sorry– what?” he laughed in disbelief.

“you heard me, captain.” you answered, you didn’t want this to be awkward. price knew he should refuse but the thought of you letting him ride your face made him flustered and wet. “i wanna help you relax.” you didn’t intend on forcing him to accept your offer, of course, but you wanted him to know that you’ll do it if it helps ease him. he glanced at his paperwork, then to you, then at his paperwork again. “i’ll help you finish it after.” you say to him, and he looks even more baffled.

that’s how you got price bent over his desk, wet pussy in front of your face. hot breath left your mouth as he squirmed. “you sure ‘bout this?” you felt bad because you were a little too eager and that he probably couldn’t say no to you. “get on with it.” words spoke through gritted teeth, he was getting impatient with you. you used the flat of your tongue to lick from his clit up to his pussy.

“oh, fuck.” he gasped, pushing back against your face. “j-just like that, sweetheart. c’mon.” you didn’t think that it will only take a little amount of convincing, not that you’re complaining. you tease at his entrance, licking down slowly until your tongue catches on his clit. you wrap your lips around the sensitive bud, sucking on it. “nng– s’good. keep that up, love, yeah? jesus.” you sucked the bud a little harsher now, eagerness melting into action. you pulled away and he whined at the loss of you.

“rest back against me.” you commanded, grabbing his waist and maneuvering him and yourself so he’s sitting on your face in a way. this position was quite uncomfortable for your neck, but it was so worth the pain. he yelped as you began circling your tongue around his clit, just before you dragged the muscle into his pussy. he clenched around you. you hummed, sending vibrations into him.

“y’feel s’good, mmfph– just like that, jus’ like tha... hah.” he grinded on you now, his clit hitting on your bottom lip. you pull back, “already close, captain?” he whimpered, “not my fault that you’re good at this.” you smiled and immediately latched onto his pussy again.

this went on for hours, you lost track of how many orgasms price had. he began crying from the overwhelming pleasure. “t’much– s’too muuuch.” he sobbed, yet he refused to remove himself away from you. “one more, price. you can do it.” you mumble against him. “you jus’ taste so sweet.” he whined at that. “you’re gonna be the death of me, love. ah... don’t know if ya,” you inserted your fingers inside of his hole, “nnghhhh– fuckin’ hell, y-ya should’ve warned me if you were g-gonna...” he trailed off, now thrusting your fingers at a quick pace. price was torn in between whether to shove your face away or just sit on it forever. “hngh, mmf...” he moaned, attempting to silence his sounds with his hands.

but you won’t let him. you grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them behind his back, right above your head. “can’t get enough of you.” he cries, nearing another orgasm. “gonna, ‘m gonna–” he moaned your name as he reached his high. he panted, as you finally stood up from your spot.

he turned around to see you, eyes widening and face flushing at the sight of his essence dripping on your face. “like what you see?”

masterlist

[lieutnt]

Can you please make trans alejandro with fom price and dom reader?

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only. Spitroasting, throat bulge, degredation, afab terms used.

Your hands skate down Alejandro's thighs, grip tightening as you pull him closer, calves pressed into your shoulders as you up your pace, able to hear the smack of skin connecting with skin as you fuck into him. Apparently, it's not enough. "Is that all you can do hermano?" Alejandro tilts his head up to taunt, despite the way he's breathless and barely containing his moans.

Price tuts, a thumb brushing across Alejandro's jaw and then down to his throat, fingers wrapping around the skin and then pushing, forcing his head to fall back against the bed. He goes to make another comment but Price quickly stops him with a simple command, "Open."

You scoff at how eagerly Alejandro does, barely taking a second to think before he's opening wide and Price is plunging his cock inside, unmoving as Alejandro slightly gags around his length. He hums in appreciation, fingers brushing against the bulge now in Alejandro's throat. "That's better, a proper use for that mouth."

He's a lot more pliant now - something you make note of. "Is that all it takes? A cock down your throat and one in your cunt and suddenly you behave?" Alejandro can't respond but you feel him clench around you, pussy tightening like a vice.

You laugh, Price pulling out to give Alejandro time to gulp down a few breaths before pushing back in. He sighs, "Like a fucking dream," he comments, beginning to gently rock his hips.

[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.

[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.

[bunnyreaper]

shy fingies

im having a really bad dysphoria day

if possible can i have some trans masc reader/141 comfort? no pressure, im just havin a hard day bc i have medical issues that make a medical transition unsafe and my dysphoria is kicking my asssss

hi!! no need for shy fingies! the dysphoria has been coming too for me lately, so im sending my love your way!! if this sucks im sorry in advance!! ;__;

tf141 x trans male! reader, platonic. brief mentions of transphobia, protective!141, reader users a binder.

It had been a shitty day all round, and things only continued to get worse. 

The day had started with forcing yourself into the shower, in the pitch black darkness, because you just couldn't face it with the light on. Your chest felt tighter than usual, and your skin just felt distinctly not like home. 

When you'd made your way into the canteen for breakfast, the new recruits were staring again, clearly talking about you amongst themselves as they snickered and judged and whispered words and phrases you really never wanted to hear.

Your only salvation was that you were ending this shitty day with a movie night with your task force. 

"Lad!" Soap calls out to you as you enter the rec room with a bag of snacks in hand. "It's yer lucky day, you get ta pick the movie." 

Soap pats the couch beside him as Ghost, Gaz, and the Captain offer their usual smiles. 

"Uh, I'm not too fussed, you can pick." You offer Soap a forced, tight smile as you try your hardest to get comfortable, despite the constriction at your chest. Today it felt a little worse than usual. 

Gaz lets out a groan, as Ghost's eyes narrow. "He picked last week." 

Offering a shrug, you remember you need to grab a drink before you get too settled into the plush of the couch. When you approach the kitchenette, you notice Price beside you.  

"Everything alright, son?" He asks, his hand clasping down on your shoulder as he offers a soothing smile. "Not yourself tonight." 

Son. As the youngest in the taskforce, Price's sweet and affirming nickname for you makes your heart soar.

You struggle to meet his eye as you mumble your response--a clear lie. "I'm fine, just tired." 

Your captain doesn't seem convinced in the slightest, as he remains by your side as you move round the kitchenette. 

"Can always talk to me, you know that? Or any of the boys?" 

"I know." You sigh, knowing they'd be supportive even if they never can quite understand. 

Another body comes closer, joining in the concern party that Price is throwing. It's Gaz, the same look of worry plastered over his face.

"Something happened?" He asks. 

"No." You snap, just a little too quickly, and the entire room falls silent with Soap and Ghost's conversation ending as they turn their attention to you. "Oh god, can you all stop staring at me?!" 

Gaz's hand replaces Price's on your shoulder as he tries to soothe you. "Talk to us, c'mon." 

Ghost and Soap join you all in the kitchen, and the pressure of them all worrying about you is almost too much to handle. They all look so worried, so protective--though you'd long come to accept that it was mostly because you're the baby of the team. 

"The new recruits were talking shit about me behind my back, you know, that kind of shit." You sigh, staring at the floor and wishing it would swallow you whole. 

The atmosphere of the room changes in an instant. 

"I want names, now." Price's words are a demand laced with anger, though not a shred of it directed at you. 

"Captain..." You call out, as Price is already halfway to the door ready to pull the recruits out of bed and give them the dressing down of a lifetime. 

Soap shakes his head. "Easier if you just tell him, lad." Soap's eyes are kind and soft as he considers you, though you know that he will have some choice words for them too next time he's training them. You almost pity them. 

You mutter out the names of the ones you had recognised, and try not to flinch as Price nods and slams the door behind him as he leaves.

"How long have you had your binder on for?" Ghost asks, his gaze severe with concern. 

"Uh... since 6am." 

He sighs, in his 'not mad, just disappointed' older brother way. "Did you take a break at lunch like you're supposed to?" 

You give him a sarcastic look, and cross your arms over yourself defensively. "It'll be fine, promise." 

The door swings open, Soap coming back into the room with Gaz in tow, and you hadn't even realised they have left in the first place. 

Soap holds out a massive bundle of black fabric, while Gaz has a silky garment in his hands. 

"Biggest hoodie of mine I could find, lad, and a fresh compression shirt." Soap explains, as passes the clothes to you. "Binder off, yeah? Then we'll get under the blanket and turn off the lights." 

"And you still have to pick the movie." Gaz smiles.

You nod in compliance before you head to the bathroom to get changed--freeing yourself from the binder and quickly covering yourself with Gaz's shirt and Soap's hoodie. While your chest still aches just a little, the unease you expect doesn't come on as strong as you expected. 

Maybe it's the sense that you get to go back into that room with a group of guys who accept you for who you are and have never made you feel lesser. 

When you get back to the rec room, Price has returned, and the room is cast in darkness. The Captain gives you a nod, but offers no further comment--which means he won't be addressing it tonight. 

You get comfortable on the couch between Soap and Ghost, and try to ignore the groans as you make suggestion after suggestion that they all hate, and you eventually settle on something all of you have seen before. 

You snuggle under the blanket with Soap, and feel euphoric when Ghost wordlessly accepts your toes wiggling under his thigh. Every once in a while, you'll meet the eyes of your captain and see his fond gaze, or Gaz will look to you when there's something funny so he can see if you're laughing too. 

Right there, on that couch, you feel at home with your brothers, with yourself. 

[alligatorstomachacid]

HI RAT/GATOR!

Saw the asks for requests and my gay transmasc ass can not pass up that opportunity :D

So maybe like Reader get transferred to the 141 but thanks to Laswell it doesn't say anything about Reader being trans(Maybe post-op top surgery because no unsafe binding and on T!!), and one day after a rough mission with everyone they all go to the showers but Reader. Everyone is super confused about where he went off too, so everyone goes off together to find him. After finally deciding to check his room they walk in on Reader giving himself his T injection, as well as him being shirtless? And then it just kinda goes on from there (like your choice if reader freaks out and it gets angsty or its just them all being silly guys) ^^

Also if you do Anons could I be 👾 anon!!

Hope your having a good day :>

Hi sorry this took forever. Also I'd love for you to be my first Anon👾

This is fluff reader is a Transman. Not proof read. Needles are used. Fem alined DO NOT INTERACT! No use of y/n.

It was after a long and grueling mission you all just arrived back at base. Everyone went they're separate ways to shower, eat, and calm down from they're adrenaline rush. As everyone files into the shower, you go to your room to clean up. You get into your small room and to your own bathroom. You take your shirt off, you look in the mirror and see the scars on your chest. You sit down on the sink counter and grab open the small cabinet. You grab a needle and testosterone bottle.

"Hey! Where's M/N? I didn't see him in the showers or in the cafe". Soap says, his voice worried.

"Calm down lad, he's probably in his room. It was a rough mission". Price states. Gaz pipes up.

"Yeah, you saw how tired he was. He's probably just cleaning up in his room. You know he values his alone time."

"Why don't we go see him?!" Exclaimes Soap.

"No. Let the lad relax." Price says in a stern voice, attempting to shut down Soaps idea.

"Sorry I can't hear you over the sound of me going to check on M/N!~" Yells Soap as he runs down the halls of the barrocks.

"Goddamn it." Price gets up and follows Soap down the halls. Gaz gets up and follows Price.

"Y'know I am a bit curious about what M/N is up too." Gas whispers to Price. Price responds by shaking his head in disapproval. Soap bursts into your room and rounds the corner into your bathroom doorway. You freeze, the needle inches away from your arm.

"M/N? What are you doing?! What happened to your chest?!" Soap exclaims. Gaz peaks out from behind Soap, when he sees you his eyes go wide.

"Are you doing drugs?!" Gaz asks as he shoves Soap aside and approaches you.

You roll your eyes and shake your head.

"I'm not doing drugs... I'm doing..." You don't want to respond. Price grabs Gaz and pulls him out of the bathroom.

"Leave M/N alone. He's doing something important, which is none your guy's business." As Price says that Ghost walks in to see what the commotion is.

"Oh, hey M/N are you doing your T shot?"

"Uh yeah I was until these bozos came crashing in."

"Sorry we didn't know where you went and we wanted to check up on you." Says Soap.

"Why do you need testosterone anyway?" Gaz tilts his head as he asks you.

"Because I'm trans that's why."

"Oh." Soap and Gas say in unison.

"How come you two aren't surprised?" Soap asks.

"I kind of had to know I'm Captain after all."

"I walked in on him doing his hormones a couple months ago. I promised not to tell anyone, I wasn't planning on it though, its not my place to share." Says Ghost as he nods his head.

"Sorry for bothering you M/N, come on you muppets, let's leave him be. I'll make sure to have a talk to you guys about knocking as well." Price says.

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A/N:

I'm so sorry this took so long. Ive been busy. I'm sorry this isn't great, but I tried my best. I'm working on lots of asks. I'll try and get some more asks and that Miguel fic out once i can.

[simonxghost-bs]

About me!!!

Hi! My name is Oliver or Sharky! I am a 21 year old, trans autistic man with ADHD who is currently on T!!! ♥️

I go by he/they pronouns✨🏳️‍⚧️

Im a self shipper, I'm in love with video games AND horror movies ✨🏳️‍🌈

CW for mention of r4pe/non con, transphobia, etc. (am against these)

AGELESS BIOS/MINORS DNI

DNI

If you're under 18 (you will be blocked)

Pro Harry Potter/J.K. Rowling

If you're anti-lgbtqia+

If you're pro Nazi

Pro cringe

Proship

Racist

Anti self ship

Transcum/detrans/age play

You support Ghost's original actor (he was a sexist pig)

Anti age regression (I do NOT sexualize age regression)

I take requests/asks, and will answer as characters to the best of my abilities!!

My rules are similar to my DNI

You may request smut, fluff, angst, etc. PLATONIC/ARO/ACE FRIENDLY!!!

No romanticized r°pe, yandere, non con, etc.

No gatekeeping

This is a pro self ship blog, but I am very anti proship, proship fuck off

No incest

Characters you may bully: Graves and Makarov (maybe soap but he probably has a degration k!nk 🙄😂)

No pregnancy k!nk, afab pregnancy will be shown with respect, not as a sex thing here.

NO MINORS!!!

PLEASE I only write for gn/male readers!!! Please respect that!! (Exceptions include some very good friends)

[saturncodedstarlette]

Captain Price, embracing y/n : It’s okay.

Y/N, crying on his chest, soaking his shirt : It’s not okay. Everything is awful!

Captain Price, pulls back and cups their cheeks with his comforting hands : Yes, I mean it’s okay that everything is awful.

Captain Price, gently wipes away the tears : Because we’ll get through it…

[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?”

[astr0exe]

I need tm! Bunny reader getting knotted by dragon price!!! Please im so needy rn😔 i just wanna be taken care off and getting praises like calling me a "Good boy" or something, please just loving sex😭😭👍

ur so real for this honestly sorry if this isnt as soft as you wanted !! but I had sm fun writing this 🫶🏻🩶 never written knotting nor know much about it BUT i tried 😎 (thas why this is so short btw cause i dont feel like trying to research ‘knotting’ is a good idea!)

// CW : tm!reader , dragon!price , bunny!reader , size diff , dumbification , praise , creampie , knotting

His cock is huge, in perfect proportion to his body which towers over you constantly. His wings are a prominent as they wrap around your body, keeping you in place for Price to use as he pleases-not like you are complaining-. Your ears are large and soft on your head, your fluffy tail is twitching with every thrust from his strong hips. Your cunt tight and drenched from stimulation, your eyes are dilated from pleasure, dumb brain completely empty even as Price speaks to you.

“Good boy.. letting me use you.. good-fucking-bunny…” he growls straight into your ear, his cock hammering into you. You can tell he’s close from the swollen knot knocking against your entrance with every thrust. The feeling of his knot against your sensitive dick is too much, your whimper is loud and pathetic as you orgasm, even as you soak his cock John never ceases his movements. Still chasing his pleasure even as your small hands grab at his body, trying to get away from the pleasure he is giving you.

Price can’t help but laugh at your feeble attempt to squirm away from him, chucking as he thrusts into you harder, the rhythm of his hips still strong despite your overwhelming orgasm. His groans are loud huffing as he tries to get his knot inside you, needing it. When it slips into your soaked hole, both you and Price are stuck on the pleasure. Your shout is loud, bouncing off of the walls as his knot pumps inside you, his thick cum filling your insides and covering your walls.

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about all the tan line Price has got from spending so much time in the sun.

He’s got a rather awkward one on his forehead from all the bucket hats he wears. When he doesn’t have it on, he tries to use his hair to cover it up, feeling embarrassed at the stark contrast on his most visible feature but you absolutely love it.

You take his face in your hands, fingers gingerly brushing away the strands to uncover the tan line before placing a kiss on the edge of it, watching the way the pale skin turns absolutely red as he mutters curses under his breath and tries to push you away from him.

Then you’ll have tan lines that start from waist down. The shorts he wears every once a while will unintentionally move around, leaving rather risky tan lines on his thighs.

It’s always a treat discovering it, because you’ll have him naked and sprawled out on your sheets when you first notice it.

It doesn’t take much before you’re trailing kisses along the tan lines, lips just a hair away from his sensitive cunt and soon his whole lower body is flushed a rosy red while begging you to eat him out.

[captains-price]

Does anybody have some John Price x gn/m reader they can recommend? Please I would appreciate it so much 😭❤️