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Cpt. John Price x Trans Masc P☆ Reader
part 2/?
word count: 1250
tags: nsfw/mdni, dom price/sub reader, self-degradation??? (the author degrades you in text, but honestly, calling out my own filth and kinks, chat), pet names for reader, just down bad for a man you don't even know, filthy thoughts
a/n: genitalia is referred to as cunt/pussy, clit, etc just in case that makes you uncomfy, by the way I never mentioned but reader is in fact over 21, you’re in your last year of college after all. just a short update for now, edging you for the fun of it :)
Your live went well, surprisingly, with quite a lot of donors this time around, but halfway through, you realized that a particular username never appeared once, and looking across the stats and donations on your screen stitched a pout on pretty lips. Of course, you didn’t make it even close to obvious while live, but when the camera cut off, an almost disappointed sigh left your lips. He didn’t show up. He always showed up; why wasn’t he here? He had never missed a stream before, not in the several months he had been subscribed to you. Maybe it’d be just a one-time thing? How pathetic of you- to be so obsessed with just a name. But it happened again and again, twice a week for over a month, and not once did he show up. Christ- did he just walk off the planes of the earth?
This anonymous man is a paying customer, not some love interest in a romcom. A man falls in love with a stripper he thinks loves him back but this time the stripper fell in love with a man who was just there to get his dick wet. It frustrated you to cling onto this perverted idea of him, an idea you don’t even have the face to; your lonely late night pleasures just made it far from worse, as if the only hands you wanted on your naked form were his. What could he give you that no other man could? Hell of a lot of money, sure, but what would getting bent over your counters and bed be like with him. How fast could he make you come, or would he even let you? What if instead he abused your aching clit and plunged his fingers so deep into your needy, sloppy cunt, reaching spots you never could have with your own. Just edging you to the brink of spilling out, but no, he'd never let you cross into the bliss of an orgasm, not until he had his fill. Not until he filled you. The absolute filthy thought of this man made the air feel heavy, just the damn thought but it had turned you on more than any adult film or sex toy ever could. God, you fucking slut, just getting wet at the want, no, need, the need to be fucked by a man who most definitely only watched you for his entertainment and you had no shame. Bloody playing yourself like a guitar.
November, exam season. Regular work and college would be eating you up, meaning it was finally time for a month-long hiatus again, which you announced via a post where you posed in a seductive photo, finger to your lips in a ‘shh’ motion. The caption explaining the upcoming lack of content, but you’ll be back soon with extra material for December. Once the post went live, you decided, for the best, to tuck away your camera and sex toys into a cabinet; focus on exams, pleasure can wait. Keep the cigarettes out though; you’d need them. Outside of all this, you honestly had a simple life, majoring in what you’ve planned on working towards since you were a little one and working at a cafe that was a bit away from campus. A simple life. For the first few days, you followed a premade schedule down to the second, classes, studying, and a late night shift. Nothing came before or after. It did get boring here and then but this was what life was going to be once you dropped the whole pornstar career for the one you spent thousands on- thank you shit scholarship, barely made a dent in your damn tuition cost. What a life.
The ruckus of regulars had slowly died down in the cafe as you began to mop the floor for the night. It had stayed open late for exam season, taking advantage of groggy students who needed the extra caffeine and sweets to crawl through sessions of long textbooks. The only sound available to ease your aching bones was the howl of the snowstorm outside and your playlist blaring through the headphones wrapped around your neck. This was a moment you were swaying in, caressing the mop as if it was your dance partner on a ballroom floor. The world around you felt like it was paused just for you to have this, until, unfortunately, it was disrupted by the jingle of the doorbell and heavy shoes thumping against the freshly mopped floor. Oh, come on, it took forever to get that shining like new. You sighed softly as you paused the music blaring from your headphones.
“We’re closing in 10, so it’s order and leave, pal.”
And as soon as you turned to face whoever had walked through the door, your heart just stopped. A bloody handsome older man stood there in a heavy coat, his hands tucked into his pockets. You felt your hand let go of the mop before snatching it back up, a soft stutter leaving your lips. He stared for a moment, this quick flash in his eyes before he started to walk towards the counter as you did the same. Keep it together, keep your shit together! As you rounded behind the counter, he had already grabbed for his wallet; at least he was ready. Something about him felt familiar, a bit too much. It had to be the stress of a long shift, right? Standing in front of the register, he glances towards the menu before his intense gaze pierces through your skin, making a shiver run down the bone of your spine.
“Coffee, black, medium.”
That voice, it rumbled heavily, a roughness to it, yes, but it lured you in. A soft nod was your only response as you reached for a medium paper cup and pen, hands curling around the edge before looking into his gaze, and as you asked for his name, you swore the wires in your brain were beginning to fry.
“Name's John, sweetheart”
John. And he had to lay the pet name on there. Your knees were already weak as it is; desperation does unexplainable things to your body. In almost messy handwriting, you spelled out his name and went to work on brewing him a new batch of coffee. Having to clean the machine again was a nightmare, but this felt so worth it. Why? Now it was just you, this man, and the ticking of the clock on the wall. Little did you know, with your back towards him, John was staring heavily at your lower back, eyes twitching with recognition as his brows furrowed. Weeks, he had been gone for weeks with no chance of being able to watch his pretty little thing and by some fucking chance the cafe he walked into at 12:50 AM for just a quick drink had just what he craved. You were none the wiser.
a/n: finally an update! trying to make sure the ao3 curse doesn't get to me even if we are on tumblr
Um- thank you!? For interacting with my shitty fanfic, my first time writing smut and it's not a lot of people but still, thank you so much! (I feel like Pedro Pascal when he accepted that trophy while drunk)
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Cpt. John Price x Trans Masc P☆ Reader
Part 1/?
word count: 588
tags: nsfw/mdni, dom price/sub reader
a/n: genitalia is referred to as cunt/pussy, clit, etc just in case that makes you uncomfy, now please enjoy my first time ever writing smut lol (also this just a quick intro to a small smut series dedicated to every trans masc with daddy issues, aka me) no use of y/n, I cannot go that farback
Being an upcoming porn actor on the internet was the last thing you had imagined would be what helped pay for rent and your last year of college but here you were. Men paid for personal videos, and twice a week after classes you’d live-stream yourself riding silicone that made you wish was the real thing or test out adult toys from sponsors, and yet you never felt full or satisfied. Of course, you had no regrets about your career choice but nothing could bring you that high that your friends would talk about when they’d gush about how amazing having sex with their partners was. You tried dating men left and right, tried signing up for dating apps, tried the god forbidden speed dating but no one caught your eye. Even one night stands felt boring by now.
There was someone on your mind though, someone who you couldn’t even put a face to, just an anonymous name, bravo06. It was silly to think about one of your followers this much, to have the memory of hearing your little alert play everytime he dropped hundreds of dollars on you just so his request could be top priority, and he’d always just ask for something simple, to moan out his username or give the camera a pretty little smile, it definitely caught your attention when it happened the first time. Usually others would drop this much just so they could request more outlandish shit that made you wonder how the hell they came up with that.
You wondered what he looked like, what his voice would sound like against your ear as he plunged his fingers deep into your cunt. It was so overwhelming, especially when alone at night you’d try so hard to imagine the kind of man he was as you held a violet bullet vibrator against your clit and drilled thick silicone into your dripping pussy. Moans filling your lonely apartment as your head fell back against cotton pillows, leaking cum onto the towel that was laid out underneath you. Was this wrong? Jerking off to some anonymous stranger who literally paid you just to entertain himself, maybe.
It was another one of those nights, setting up your tripod in front of your bed, making sure everything was clean and neat, LED lights glowing a soft blue into the room. Yes, anyone would prefer red but you liked how blue light made you look on screen, tempting. As you made the last of your preparations you started to wonder if he would be watching tonight, a rush of excitement running down your spine to your thighs, kind of made you a little giddy. Oh what you’d do to give him a private show. Honestly, it surprised you that he never requested one, that was a service you offered for the same amount he’d drop on you every live-stream but he never did, you always wondered why.