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Ouhh emo loser who's kinda mean x a degenerate who's a nerd about knives

Let me cvt you while you insult me.. call me a sick freak while I open you up. ill give you scars from my knife and you'll give me scars from your cigarettes

shut the FUCK up. i dont like you. genuinely, you are such an annoying person. i only put up with you because you give alright head. that's it. you are nothing but a tool for me. i could easily replace you, so be quiet and get on your knees. jesus christ.. are you THAT desperate for me to keep you around or something? you look like a mess. it's kinda cute. god, don't look at me. just keep sucking. yeah.. just like that, man.

Dude, are you fucking hard right now? Did you seriously get hard over me punching you? Oh my god, you really are a freak, huh? Want me to beat you up more or something?

...You do? Like actually? Man, you're really fucking weird. I'll beat you up if you stay quiet. I don't want to hear any weird moaning shit. Sicko.

im actually really condescending during sex LOL ill say shit like

"youre actually wet right now?"

"jesus christ why are you so wet?"

"that slid in way too fast, man."

"i like you better when you're quiet."

"shut the fuck up, dude."

i dont even do it to like.. be kinky. i just do it. i think im just mean spirited when im in the zone

if i see you like my posts im counting that as consent to hunt you

it would be a shame if someone wanted me to talk them thru an orgasm or something that would be crazy

show me, p☆rnstar

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. 

currently in my hotel room, been exhausted and jetlagged for the past three days. everything hurts, so i'm laying down in just my underwear after taking a boiling hot shower. feeling a bit like a pillow prince.

and thinking about them taking good care of me since i'm so utterly spent. stroking my hair, massaging my aching back, kiss my shoulders, caressing my whole body. it feels so nice i'd be falling asleep. and when i'm almost there, eyes closed and body relaxed already, i'd feel their kisses trailing down my body, my chest, my tummy, my legs as they open them. i'm so pliant, every touch will just make me want more. just slow, gentle, tired oral sex, this is what i'll stand for

just thinking about holding and tugging at a pretty boy's hair while he sucks me off and fucks me with his fingers. as simple as that.

him making me fuck myself on his fingers as he stays completely still, making me do all the work. whimpering "pleasepleaseplease help me cum", trying to get him to move, just to get a "nah baby boy, if you're so desperate to cum you'll have to do it alone, or are you so pathetic you're not even able to get yourself off without my help?"

what if i travelled with my dom bottom for work. what if i checked the clock every few minutes for him to come back to our hotel room, after waiting all day, not wanting to touch myself because it just does not feel as good. what if i begged him to let me grind against his thigh, his lap, his tdick. what if i pleaded him to let me cum just from that because i can't stop. what if they grabbed my waist and stopped me whispering "not yet, baby boy". what if.

need him to play with my dick for hours. make him play with me until i'm soaked and needy, until i'm so close to cumming that i just keep rolling my hips against his hand or mouth.

but then we have to go smoke. we'd go outside, it'd be chilly but nice, my underwear would be soaked and anytime they brushed against my dick it'd be cold and wet and sensitive. we'd have a joint, then i'd get handsy. i normally do, because i want him. i always want him.

maybe give me a bit of satisfaction and press against my pants— i'd ache for more. he'd tell me to keep smoking and light another for himself too.

and he'd kiss me. i know he would. but then kissing turns to him forcing smoke in my mouth and i'm getting more from his joint than he is. and somehow his hand ends up under my clothes.

maybe his fingers would shift a bit lower than just my waistband and oh that's my dick. he's touching my dick. it feels so nice, please don't stop. i'd whine for him and maybe his fingers would go lower and his palm would graze over my dick as he dips two fingers in me. i'd take them so easily, i'll take then well for him anytime. i'd writhe and try to get him to fuck me, to press harder, to move his fingers more, it feels so nice when he does.

we'd still be outside, he'd still blow smoke in my mouth— how high would he get me? i don't think i'd care, and i know i certainly wouldn't care if he started pumping his fingers in and out of me. maybe i'd be a babbling bitch, too high to think, too desperate to stay quiet, whining and begging for more. he'd keep me safe, he'd talk me through it. he'd probably make me beg for him to fuck me, for him to fuck me harder.

i'd try to touch my dick and it'd be awkward with my pants still in the way, but i wouldn't be allowed, i'd have to solely rely on him, i have to be good. i think he'd be able to get me to cum just by having his fingers in me, especially when i'm high and my body feels like it's on fire.

i wonder if he'd let me cum then and there while we're outside, or would he make me wait?

i need him in a way that would change everyone's view of me if they knew. there's something thrilling about that.

need to get high until i'm unable to think while he sucks my dick.

yes puppy, you're doing so well, keep going until i'm all you can taste. keep going until i'm incoherently whining and mindlessly trying to fuck your face. keep going until there's a mess on both of us.

he's so pretty when he's teary eyed.

because aww, are you desperate? is it too much for you puppy? you're not allowed to cum yet~ be a good boy and keep rutting against me like a dog.

it's okay if you cry, you'd look so good crying like this.

he's so pretty. and he's all mine.

i love sucking his dick and eating him out then spitting in his mouth to make him taste how good he tastes, and make him see why i love keeping my mouth busy between his thighs.

i need to smoke with him again.

i wonder if i could finger fuck him while we pass a joint back and forth. i know i could.

i need to hear what sounds he'd make. would his breath catch when the cold night air brushes against his dick? how would he sound when i sink my fingers inside of him? would his draw be shaky or smooth? would he be able to stay quiet, or would i make him moan and whimper like he's in heat?

the things i'd do to be high with my fingers buried deep in him

when he's desperate and begging to cum but won't until i tell him to >>>>

he's such a good boy