Whiny Writer Whines
I have no idea how to promote my stuff, I need to admit that. I have 73 followers and I have no clue how many are active any more (RIP my mutuals after the Great Tumblr Exodus). But, like, that doesn't stop me from actually depending on people to reblog my stuff and actually interact.
Because half the time, aside from mutuals who are friends I regularly interact with, I'm left wondering if I should continue to write and post to the public. Yes, I'm probably whining, but, sheesh! I'm a human craving validation for a hobby I'd like to actually make money off of.
Yes, yes, I'd like to make money off my writing. I love my writing to the point that I'd love to be able to make money off of it. There's a reason I offer commissions and have the "TIP ME" thing on. Why I mention my Ko-Fi and all that.
I won't leave it uneven, though. Honestly, I'm willing to do "Match-Ups" for people interested, especially for those who buy me a simple Ko-Fi. Write short drabbles. Full one-shots, sometimes. Who knows.
Anyways.
Thanks for listening to me vent and all.
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i need to be laid out across john prices lap in a pretty two piece, the most filthiest things spewing out of his mouth right into my ear as his hand meets my ass over and over i’m craving it . . .
oh this is just making me think about john applying your sun screen for you…
i made this longer than intended lol
18+ MDNI!!
cw: no smut just very suggestive, fem!reader, dom!price, price is dilf tbh, spanking, massaging
the weather’s getting warmer, and all you want is to lay across your longue chair by your backyard pool to soak up the sun and feel the rays on your soft skin.
your skimpy bikini barely covers your ass and tits, the material tightly clinging to your body while your heart-shaped sunglasses tied the “outfit” together.
you weren’t aware you had an audience when you were bending over to lay your towel down and a loud hiss and groan could be heard behind you. chuckling, you turn around to greet your crowd.
“like what you see, hm?”
john stood there in his army green t-shirt and khaki cargo shorts behind you, looking as middle-aged as he could. his eyes were squinting while he pulled down his aviators to get a good look at his girl.
“i certainly do.”
price approaches you and hugs you from behind, his big hands fully encasing your waist. your head leans back against his chest and john takes the opportunity to kiss down your neck.
in between pecks and light sucks on the warm flesh, john whispers sweet nothings into your ear.
“y’know how good you look in this? tryin’ to give a show to the neighbors, huh?”
you let out a light laugh and his grip on your waist tightens. “i’m not messin’ with you, luv. you lookin’ to show off for someone?”
john’s voice is low and hoarse in your ear, sending shivers down your spine and butterflies to your cunt with each syllable he says. you can tell he’s worked up too from the growing bulge poking your lower back.
“you know it’s all for you, honey.”
“it better be.”
you successfully wiggle out of his grip and grab the sunscreen laying on your chair. you turn around to face john and the bottle opens with a pop of the cap.
“i was thinking… maybe you could help me put this on? you know i can’t reach all the spots on my back.”
price exhales with a huff, seemingly laughing at your offer. but how could he deny you when you’re looking up at him like that?
“i’d be fuckin’ glad to.”
you eagerly hand him the bottle, excited to get his hands running up and down your body. john takes the bottle from you and takes a step back, observing your body.
“on your back, i wanna see those pretty tits poking up at me.”
john’s dirty words make your pussy clench around nothing, your thighs squeezing together while you stare in front of him.
giving you a ‘what are you waiting for’ look, john urges you lay down on the chair. before you could settle, john is pushing you down and covering his hands in sunscreen.
“good lord…” he exclaims, his hands finally coming down to cover your legs in spf. his calloused hands massage the sunscreen into your calves and thighs, john’s eyes trained on your face to see your reactions.
“that feel good, luv?”
releasing a sigh, you smile and nod. john has always had a way with his hands, whether it be when he’s massaging your shoulders after a long day or groping your tits while he’s pounding you hard.
“i know it does, i know.”
his hands begin to move from your thighs to your pelvis and tummy, making sure every inch of you is covered in sunscreen. with each squeeze of your skin, john his groaning out explicatives as he gazes on your figure. your eyes can’t help but fall to his now raging boner throbbing in his shorts. before you could protest, rough hands pull your tits out of your bikini top.
“w-wait john! someone could see-”
“let em’ watch, give em somethin’ to look at.”
john applies more sunscreen, this time he squirts the product directly onto your tits. the sudden coldness of the lotion makes your nipples harden, even in the heat. john’s hands rub the lotion in, groping and squeezing at your tits and tweaking your hard nipples.
“f-fuck, john..”
your back arches and he laughs- the bastard laughs at you. your thighs are clenched together and your legs are crossed to apply pressure to your cunt.
“jesus christ these tits are gorgeous. look at you, squeezin’ your thighs together like a hopeless slut.”
his hands suddenly leave your tits and move to your shoulders and arms. you try to protest, but john’s hands are already holding your wrists to stop you from moving.
“what’s the problem, lovie? m’just doin’ what you asked.”
you couldn’t really argue with the man that was making you this horny, so you just sat back and allowed john to cover the rest of your front in the lotion.
“on my lap now, gotta get your back.”
john pats his thighs and sits next to you and you’re quick to lay across his lap, your ass perfectly in the center and your groin laid exactly on his hard bulge.
“holy shit, babe.”
a hard smack is laid on your ass, leaving a white handprint of sunscreen on your bottom. john begins to rub the lotion on your ass, adoring the way your flesh jiggles with each touch.
“make sure to get my back!”
while your voice is muffled, the reminder earns you another smack to ass. “i’ll take my time if i want. if you don’t watch your mouth you’ll have to start counting em’.”
“y-yes sir.”
his strict tone makes you grind down on his cock, trying desperately to calm the urge in your cunt. john’s hands land back on your waist and grip hard, effectively stopping you from grinding on him. in an instant, john stands up and carries you bridal style to the door.
“hey wait-!”
“had enough, we’re goin’ to the bedroom.”
“but what about-”
“you can sunbathe later.”
ty sm for the ask!!
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