Yes Anytime🥺

Ooh I love these!

1. Fly me to the moon-Frank Sinatra

2. Breakfast- Dove Cameron

3. Africa -TOTO

4. Elastic Heart-SIA

5. Unstoppable-SIA

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Hellooo! Oh man it was so hard to pick just 5 as I love music so much, but here's a selection:

Ivy and Gold by Bombay Bicycle Club

Nefeli by Ludovico Einaudi

Oblivion by Grimes

Let's Dance by Ibibio Sound Machine

Waterfall by Stone Roses

No pressure tags: @marvel-3407 @karimac @sweetdreamsbuck @dyinglikenarcissus @heyearthgirl @thelittlesundancekid @thornsnvultures @goldylions @strangeprincex @vintagestarlight (that's 10 right?)

Sfksfsksfsk noot noot thank you so much!💕💕

Couple's Trip

Summary: you and John take a trip for your anniversary and John has a very special question to ask

Pairing: John Price x gf!reader

Words:~ 2.0k

Warnings: fluff, tiny bit of angst(?), smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it folks :3), MDNI!!

A/N: so this has been sitting in my drafts for months and I finally finished it! Probably the longest fic I’ve written and I’m not sure how I feel about it(I feel like I’m better at writing fluff pieces rather than spicy ones maybe?)but let me know what yall think! I’m working on another Price fic and a Soap fic so stay tuned! :)

A/N: As always likes, reblogs, comments, and feedback of all types are welcome and my inbox is always open! Hope you guys enjoy!!

***beware of typos lol

Your mind wandered as you zipped your suitcase shut. John announced you were taking a trip for your anniversary and refused to tell you where. "You'll find out when we get there love," he said with a laugh after you pestered him to tell you. You walked downstairs and set your suitcase by the front door.

Through no fault of his own John wasn't always around for your anniversary. He always tried his best to to have his leave coincide but it didn't always happen. Usually you just had a nice dinner at home or John would surprise you with flowers; both of which you enjoyed. Needless to say you were shocked but excited when John told you he had a few weeks leave and had something big planned.

"Hey hon, remember to pack your toothbrush this time," you said, doublechecking to make sure you had everything. "You forget it every time," you mused. "I'm not going to forget my toothbrush dove. And I don't forget it every time," Price argued; he checked his suitcase and realized he forgot. He went to the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush to pack it away without telling you.

"Are you ready love?" Price asked. "I want to get going," You noticed your boyfriend seemed to be acting weird. He was very fidgety and it wasn't like him at all.

"You okay?" You asked. "You seem anxious to get going,"

"Yeah I'm fine love I just want to get there before dark," Price replied, taking the luggage outside. He loaded the suitcases into the back of the car and slipped his hand in his pocket. His fingers brushed against the velvet box resting in his pocket. "Well if we want to get there before dark we should get going," you called out and shut the door behind you, locking up the house.

You noticed the scenery started to change from hilly landscapes to dense woods. You started to get excited about what was at the end of your little road trip. The car turned on to a cobblestone stone driveway that led to a beautiful cabin overlooking a private lake surrounded by trees. "Oh John this is beautiful!" You said, looking out the window. "How did you know about this?" You asked. "An old mate of mine offered to let us use it for the week," he smiled watching you try and take it all in.

"This whole place is for us?" You asked, wondering if you could possibly see everything in just a few days. Price squeezed your thigh. "Just us," he said, parking the car. "Here love," Price stated. He fished in his pocket pulling out a set of keys. "Here's the keys to the cabin. Why don't you go take a look around, while I unload the car" he suggested.

You smiled and took the keys from him walking up to the front steps. You unlocked the front door and stepped inside. The living room was decorated in a way you would expect a cabin to be decorated. A large sofa facing a tv mounted on the wall, a large red rug in the middle of the floor, an end table with a lamp beside the couch, a tv stand, large fireplace, and a chandelier made from antlers adorned the living room. There was also a full kitchen to your right when you walked in.

You made your way to the stairs and found the master bedroom. A king size bed was the centerpiece of the room with a wool blanket draped over the end. The curtains were drawn and a soft light emanated from a lamp sitting on a bedside table.

Your footsteps were hushed by the soft carpet as you walked to the bathroom. The master bathroom was beautifully decorated in finished wood and white accents with a big claw foot tub; definitely big enough for both you and John. A window that faced the lake and woods let in a nice breeze and you couldn't help smiling, the fact it was yours for a few days finally setting in.

You came down the stairs just as John set down the last of your luggage. "So? What do you think?" Price asked, smiling as you wrapped your arms around him. "It's perfect John!” you smiled. "It's so beautiful," you planted a kiss on his lips.

Over the next few days the ring Price carried around burned a hole in his pocket. He tried finding the right time to ask you but everytime he tried he got nervous. He was the Captain of the most elite special forces team in the world and he couldn't even ask you to marry him. He sat at the edge of the dock, his fishing pole in his hands. He looked at the water waiting for a fish to bite and thinking about how much he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. If only I could just ask her. With a frustrated sigh, he got up to stretch his legs still holding the fishing pole.

These few days seemed like a dream to you. Getting to spend this time with John was something you didn't always get to have. You noticed your boyfriend's behavior was somewhat off. He was anxious and fidgety when he's normally the calm and self-assured one in the relationship. You saw him sitting at the dock fishing and you smiled to yourself. His behavior may have changed but him fishing certainly hadn't.

You opened the front door and started walking down the cobblestone path the sweet air warming your skin. You saw little firefly's glowing in the garden flying around. "Have you caught anything yet?" You asked, siting down in a lawn chair with him standing holding his fishing pole. John glanced over and saw you wearing one of his army green t shirts and a pair of sleep shorts; he felt his heart skip a beat and his cock swell embarassingly hard despite the spirited romp in the sheets a mere few hours prior. For some strange reason, it made his thoughts drift back to the little box still tucked away in his pocket; he carried it with him everywhere since they got here. He still couldn’t believe he had trouble asking you a simple four-worded question. It was almost laughable that something so simple had the Captain racked with anxiety. The man who was feared just as much as he was respected in the field. What if you said no? What if you didn’t actually love him and this was the push you needed to leave him? He grimaced as his thoughts got more and more out of control.

“No I think I missed most of them,” he muttered and turned his attention back to the water. You furrowed your eyebrows; something was up with your boyfriend. Not much fazed the 6’2” Brit so to see him so lost in thought worried you. You got to your feet and wrapped your arms around your lover; your hands dipped underneath the shirt he was wearing and felt the dusting of wiry chest hair. You ran your fingers down the strong expanse of his chest and abdomen following the happy trail that disappears into his waistband. “What’s wrong hon?” You asked. “Nothing is wrong I’m fine love,” He grumbled. “You’ve been acting strange for the past few days and that isn’t like you,” You persisted. "I want to know what’s bothering you. You know you can tell me anything right?” You reassured him. John shifted his attention from the still water to you and tried to think of what to say.

“Do you…still love me?” He asked with uncertainty. “Would I have let you put me in those positions if I didn’t?” You teased, referencing the previous bedroom escapades. Seeing his face didn’t change, you realized he was serious. “Of course I do. Why would you think I don’t?” You asked. “Well…sometimes I can’t help but think you’ll wake up one day and come to your senses and leave me for someone who actually deserves you,” He sighed. It felt foreign to him to talk about his feelings but you made him feel safe enough that he could. You always brought out the best of him and it was one of the many reasons he wanted to marry you. “John Price, I am never going to leave you,” You told him, placing your hands on his muttonchops, framing his face. You hated it when he talked so badly about himself. “I love you so much and you deserve everything,” You said, gazing up at him. “Even if I am a grumpy old man?” He asked. “Yes even though you’re a grumpy old man,” you teased. “Hey! Easy now,” He said in mock annoyance. You placed your lips on his, capturing him in a heated kiss. You felt him kiss you back and the tension from his shoulders melted away. He groaned and pressed your bodies together, reaching down to grab a handful of your ass. He chuckled quietly when you whined as he pulled away. “In that case, there’s something I need to ask you,” He slipped his hand into his pocket while dropping down onto one knee. It’s now or never Price. He told himself. Your eyes went wide and filled with tears as you realized what was happening. “Y/N, will you marry me?” He asked, hoping, no silently begging, for you to say yes. “Yes! Yes I’ll marry you John Price,” you cried.

******

“FUCK!” You screamed. The headboard practically hit the wall with each harsh thrust from John. The room was filled with obscene yet erotic sound of panting and skin slapping against skin. “Fuck you’re taking me so well love,” John panted out, taking a glance down to where your cunt practically swallowed his cock. The sight drove him mad and he let out sounds he didn’t know he had in him. Those sounds he was making, the breathy groans and whimpers almost made you come then and there. “Fuck John!” You panted, feeling yourself get closer with every snap of John’s hips that hit perfectly inside you. John could feel you squeezing him like a vice and he knew you were close to coming. He grabbed the head board and pushed your legs to your chest to better plow into you and get as deep as he could into your pulsing cunt. “That’s it love,” He breathed out, his pace unrelenting. “Come for me love, come for me,”. John’s voice sounded strained as he focused on making you come before he did. You keened as you felt yourself go over the edge, coming on John’s cock. You squeezed him so tightly he swore he saw stars and came deep inside you, thick ropes of white staining the inside of your cunt. John rested his forehead against yours, strands of his hair sticking to the sweaty skin. You felt the sheer sheen of perspiration that had covered your own body begin to dry and cool off the longer the two of you stayed in each other’s embrace. "You okay love?” He asked, still out of breath as you both waited for your heart rates to slow. “More than okay,” you smiled lazily. Price gingerly pulled out his softened cock and walked to the bathroom, you admiring his bare ass as he walked away. John used a warm wash cloth to gently clean you up before grabbing a celebratory cigar and lighting it. You watched and admired his naked body as he poured himself a glass of scotch from the decanter sitting on the small table in the room before sliding back into bed with you.

You and John lay slightly tangled in the sheets with your head resting on his chest and his arm around you, relishing in that wonderful, hazy post sex daze. You couldn’t help but stare at the ring on your finger and smile; John was your fiancée and you could hardly believe it. “Careful now or I’ll think you love the ring more than me,” John’s deep baritone voice reverberating in his chest. “Well the ring is pretty great. And all I have is an old man,” you teased, looking up at him knowing he just proved himself to be anything but an old man. Your remark earned you a playful pinch on your ass. You squealed and laughed, swatting his chest playfully.

“Don’t worry Mr. Price I only have eyes for you my love,” You said, planting a kiss on his lips. "I love you,"

“I love you too soon-to-be Mrs. Price,”

Tis The Season

Summary: John helps you decorate the house for Christmas

Pairing: John Price x wife!reader

Word Count:

Warnings: none just fluff :)

A/n: here is my first ever fic for our man John Price! I really hope you enjoy this :) if you have any requests please send them my way I love writing for these boys! As always be aware of typos! Feedback is always appreciated :)

John fiddled with the lock on his front door, juggling his duffel bag and the bouquet of flowers he had gotten for you. He slid the key into the lock and heard it click before stepping inside and locking the door behind him. John toed off his shoes knowing you don't like shoes on in the house. He tossed his keys into the bowl by the front door and his duffel bag made a thump as he dropped it by his shoes. He heard soft Christmas music drifting throughout the home you shared and he smiled to himself.

"Love?" He asked, noticing boxes sitting around his living room and his kitchen bar counter. The boxes had labels that read things like "Christmas lights" and "tree ornaments". "Darlin' I'm home," he called out. He heard a thump coming above him and heard you grunting and he made his way to the attic, seeing the ladder down. He saw your face appear over the side and smile down. "John! You weren't supposed to be home yet!" You said. "Yeah I got done early wanted to come home and surprise you," he said, his thick accent rumbling in his chest. "Did you move the boxes down the ladder by yourself?" He asked.

"Yeah I wanted to get it done before you got here. You weren't supposed to be here for another couple of hours Bear," she said and John caught himself smiling at the little term of endearment you had for him. "Okay well I can help you I don't want you to hurt yourself," John said. "No babe it's okay. Why don't you go shower? I've already laid some fresh clothes on the bed for you," you said, coming down the ladder. "Thank you for the flowers they're beautiful," you added, giving him a peck on the cheek before taking them to put them in a vase. He noticed you were wearing his shirt and boxers and smiled, remembering when he was trying to find that shirt before he left.

John stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped securely around his waist. He noticed the fresh clothes his wife had laid out for him and his heart clenched. Even though it was something so small that people would normally not notice, it meant a lot to him. The fact she had even thought ahead to lay clothes out for him made him love you even more. He slipped on the gray t shirt and gray sweat pants before drying his hair. He made his way to the attic once more and saw you struggling to get the tree down from the attic.

John came up behind you and caged you in his arms as he grabbed onto the tree. You inhaled his sandalwood body wash and for a minute you swayed. "Let's get this tree down dove," he said, his lips dangerously close to your ear. You and John walked down the ladder and finally got the large Christmas tree to the ground. "Is there anything else up there?" He asked. "Just a few more boxes," you said. John went back up the ladder to get the boxes that were still left. "Most of that stuff is for outside Bear," you said, taking a pair of scissors to cut open the box the Christmas tree was kept in. "Can you put up the lights and decorations for outside? There's not much," you said, looking over at your husband. "Yes, ma'am," he said, giving you a kiss on your head and started to move the respective boxes outside.

Half an hour later John had the light and front yard decorated and went back inside the house. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you. You were focused on fluffing the tree and strategically placing different ornaments on the tree. The fireplace crackled, making the house smell pleasant and warm. You almost seemed to glow in the firelight and he almost lost his breath. Your hair cascaded down your back and his clothes had never looked better on someone. He couldn't believe he ended up with someone as perfect as you.

With all the death and terrible things he's sees everyday, it's hard to believe something so wholesome and wonderful ever found it's way into his life. The first few years you two had been dating he didn't believe you would actually stay. Mission after mission he expected to come back to a cold and empty house; a note on the kitchen table saying you couldn't do this anymore and you couldn't wait for him even though you reassured him you weren't going anywhere. But year after year you stayed and he still couldn't believe it. You noticed him in your peripheral and looked over at him and gave him the most wonderful smile; like he was the most important thing in your life and he didn't think he could fall further in love with you but that smile proved him wrong. "What's wrong Bear?" You asked.

"Nothing love," he said with a smile. "Do you want to help me with the tree?" You asked. "Can't think of anything I'd rather do instead," John said. He walked over and grabbed a couple ornaments to lay on a branch. "John?" "Hmm?" John hummed. "Since we don't have any plans for Christmas except with each other," you started. "Yeah?" John said, glancing over at you. "Why don't we invite the rest of your team?" You suggested. "I don't know love I like using my leave to be rid of them," He joked.

"Oh come on John!" You begged. "It's not like we don't have the space and it would be nice to have some company for the holidays," You said, securing an ornament onto a branch. "And besides, I know you joke about wanting to not be around them but I know you care about them," You added. John sighed and picked up another ornament before looking over at you. "This is something you really want?" He asked and you nodded vigorously.

"Okay then I'll get in touch with them tomorrow," he relented. John knew he could never say no to you; you truly had him wrapped around your finger. You squealed and threw your arms around his neck. "Thank you Bear!" You smiled. "You really are an amazing woman love," John said, planting a kiss on your lips. "Now let's get that star ontop of the tree," he said, giving you the star and picking you up by your waist. "I love you John Price," you said once you square on your feet. "I love you too y/n Price,"

Since I can't decide who to write for next and I've got a couple fics in the works for both of them, I'll let yall decide in my very first poll :)

Writing ACOTAR fics???

So I just finished reading the ACTOAR series(super late I know) but I'm absolutely in love with this series 😭

I know I just started writing for Fourth Wing but maybe writing some ACTOAR fics can help with the ACTOAR hangover??? Let me know if that's something y'all want to see :)

Can you make one where y/n is xaden's sister and he hates her for some reason she doesn't know about. Garrick finds her attractive and goes behind xaden's back to date her. After liams death Garrick is assigned as violets bodyguard (?) and because of that y/n and Garrick won't be able to talk much and she gets jealous a lot. Then one day xaden and her get into a fight for some reason and xaden accidentally finds out she's pregnant (he doesn't know she was dating garrick) he becomes concerned about her safety and explains why he hates her. Can you make it very angsty and the end fluffy?? Please

Sorry it took me so long to get to this! This sounds like an interesting fic and if a good plot line strikes me I will definitely write a story for this :)

Dreaming with Rain

Major lack of soap content on this damn app, here to feed the bicep girlies. First post kinda shy… mostly an excuse to get dirty with soap. Might cross-post on AO3 I’ll lyk

Minors DNI, 18+NSFW under the cut.

Soap x Reader

CW: Fluff, Cuddling, NSFW, Hot steamy sex, mutual pining if you squint, impreg, creampie, talk about babies, Johnny Mctavish has a big cock and its canon, fingering, I did my best at Scottish dirty talk, established relationship

Not proofed. Kinda started as a drabble, written in notes app so if it’s formatted weird that’s why. And if it sounds like a self-insert… no it doesn’t . You/Your. MC has ‘female’ parts and is referred to as a girl. Hate that there’s not more gennetrual soap content out there., and yet I still don’t contribute,, as a genderqueer person..anyway

The sun was setting, its warm light cast through your living room window, and streaks of pink and orange began to crawl up the walls. You watched the pretty sky from your spot on the tub in the bathroom. It had been a busy day already, and your feet ached from all the running around you did.

Johnny was due back sometime next week, and you busied yourself with cleaning and prepping for his return. It’s the longest you two had been away from each other since you decided to get together. You knew his job kept him distant, and each day he was gone seemed to grow longer. Originally when you first started dating, you thought his random leave of absences were due to him playing ‘hard to get’. But after a rough night of hard whiskey, truths were told about his real job.

You feared for his safety. He’d constantly assure you that he played smart, and you had confidence he was perfectly capable, but it ultimately did nothing to sooth the wrench in your gut.

The past weeks without him had been lonely. You were used to living alone for so long and it had never bothered you before, but the moment his sunshiny personality brightened your doorstep- you were suddenly aware of everything you were missing.

You stood from the tub and tightened the robe across your waist. Freshly clean and shaven you felt a little better and a slight ease wrapped its way around your shoulders. He would be home soon. Just another week.

You walked into your room to get dressed and eyed your phone on the nightstand. No new notifications.

Of course not.

Johnny didn’t take his personal phone with him on missions- he’d never compromise your safety like that. It was an honorable gesture, but you hated not even being able to have any contact with him.

There was a journal tucked neatly into the top drawer, every night he was gone you made a habit of filing a page out for him. Small letters, notes, mostly boring entries about your day. All the things you wished you could talk to him about. Things you didn’t want to forget to tell him when he came back.

He was the one who suggested it first, and so it became routine.

You slipped on some boxer shorts and a crewneck and sat on the edge of your bed, thumbing through the pages. What could you write about tonight?

‘Miss you’ you started, as always.

‘The old woman at the grocery store asked about you today. Said she’d never see me come alone before. I don’t know how- I’ve been shopping there since before I met you.’ A dry laugh left your lips.

‘Your presence is missed all over.’

A soft pitter patter tapped at the glass of your porch door. It started raining, how fitting.

‘It’s like even the world knows.’

A knock at your door pulled you from your notebook, you tossed the pen and pad onto the dresser and hurried to the front. It was almost dark, and you hadn’t planned on any visitors.

A spring of hope flashed into your chest when you saw car lights flash and the beep of its lock.

Undoing the deadbolt you swung the door open.

There stood Johnny, a stupid grin on his face and flowers in his hands.

“Johnny..”

You flung yourself to him, and he caught you with ease, the flowers crushed and forgotten between your two chests.

His arm quickly wrapped around your waist, and his head buried in the crook of your neck and shoulder. His beard was longer, and the scruff scratched against your soft skin. You let out a sigh and he inhaled in the same breath- your hearts both beating against their cages, trying to reach the other.

Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill.

The rain slowly grew heavier and it began to pool at your bare feet.

“Lass,” Johnny mumbled, “the rain.”

Your arms held him tight around his neck, and you had to stand on your toes to get as close to him as you could. The arm on your waist tightened and he lifted you with ease, your legs wrapping around his center as he walked you backwards inside, shutting and locking the door behind him.

He set you down and your feet slowly touched the soft carpet. You whined as he pulled away slightly to look at you. Your eyes met and the corner of his crinkled up with his smile.

“Hello.”

“Hello, bonnie.”

“You weren’t due until next week.”

He shrugged and set his duffel bag and some gear onto the floor with a heavy thwump.

“Yer complaining?”

“No.” You answered immediately.

His smile grew as he took the rest of his stuff off with a heavy sigh. You stood inches away watching him as he crouched down to unlace his boots. Once off he easily scooped you up into his arms bridal style, and carried you into the back room.

You plopped on the bed with a yelp, and he lowered his body over yours, covering you completely, his lips immediately finding yours.

You moaned into the kiss right away, his scruff scratched at your cheeks and made your lips raw, teeth nipping at your bottom lip. His breath was warm and you melted into him.

“Johnny,” you breathed out, “I missed you.”

He huffed into your lips, “Aye lass,” his kiss softened.

“I’ve missed you.”

—————

His kisses wandered down, over your jaw and he nipped at your neck, calloused hands roaming up your body. Making quick work of removing your crewneck, his body pressed more firmly against yours and you could feel his hardness press against the inside of your thighs.

You wriggled in his grasp as his touches began to get desperate and rough, hips jutting into yours. Your back arched off the bed as his teeth scraped against the soft of your chest, your hands pulling at the rough fabric of his sweater.

He took the hint and pulled away just enough to rip it off, immediately going back to your lips and bruising your waist. You wormed under him as your chests rubbed together, the taught muscle of him felt so perfect up against you. Johnny was home, and you’d never felt more secure.

Groans escaped him when you bucked your hips up, seeking more friction, his jeans were rough and rubbed your thighs raw. The wetness from the rain made his scent even more inciting and you dragged your hands down, seeking him.

“Let me take care of you.” You blurted through the kiss, and he moaned at the thought of your tiny mouth wrapped around his aching cock. You palmed him through his pants, fingers barely even able to grab at all of him, so you settled with rubbing at his swollen head.

“Fuckin’ christ,” he gasped out and ground his hips down into your hands.

He pushed himself up on one forearm just above your head, his other hand unbuckling his belt and his zipper, kicking off his pants and removing everything else, until it was just the both of you in your underwear.

His eyes met yours as he crawled his way up your body again, hands roaming up your thighs and touching every part of your body.

“You can have yer way wi’ me,” his voice got deep and gravely and it shook something inside of you- somehow growing impossibly wetter.

“And I promise to fuck you properly later,” his hand came up and over your own boxers, and his fingers dipped under the band, seeking the center of your warmth.

“But right now I need to be inside ya, love.” His thick fingers rubbed through your folds, finding your clit immediately and you shook under him, gasp and moans spilling from your lips.

He watched you from above with a cocky smirk, sinking one digit into your wet hole making you quiver and shake. You grabbed onto his bicep as you trembled, thicker and meatier than any part on your body. The hard muscle twitched under your touch and you ground yourself into his hand.

“That’s a girl,” he coaxed as he pushed another finger into you. He watched you, eyes like a hawk seeing every movement you made under him. His hardness twitched against your hip and you rolled into him- edging him on.

At three fingers now, he curled them upwards, hitting that sweet spot inside of you over and over again, and a sob raked through your body as you came all over his fingers.

Your eyes squeezed shut as he continued to ride your orgasm out with you, milking all that he could. His palm drenched in your slick, thumb rubbing circles against your swollen clit.

“Christ.” He sighed out, yanking your boxers off completely, his joining your discarded clothes on the floor.

His cock slapped up in between your bodies and he jutted his hips down into you, smothering your body between the mattress and him, until all your senses were wrapped up in nothing but him. You could still smell the ash and powder from gunfire as he pressed his body into yours.

Your hands grabbed at his hair and he dug his face into your neck again. Lubing himself up with your wetness, he rubbed against your core.

“Hurry Johnny,” you whined out, wriggling your hips to try to position him lower, legs spreading wide.

“Please I need you.”

He chuckled in response.

“Desperate are we?”

“Only for you.”

He sighed and positioned the head of his cock at your entrance, pushing slowly.

You both groaned as he entered you, inch by inch. His incredible thickness stretching you out as if for the first time all over again.

“Y’alright, love?” He gritted out, forcing himself to slow his pace, finally bottoming out inside you. His voice was breathy and accent thick with lust.

It took a second for you to respond with a nod of your head, not trusting your voice. Your core burned, and you felt so full.

“Yer words bonnie, use em.” He pulled away to get a better view of you from above. You looked so small and innocent under him, he almost felt bad for wanting to ruin you. His cock jumped at his dirty thoughts and you couldn’t help but moan and clench around the feeling of him- a loopy grin on the both of your faces.

“I thought you were going to fuck me, Mctavish.”

A strangled whine escaped him, and he instinctively ground out into you, slamming against your cervix. Your body bucked with his, and he instantly felt into an excruciatingly slow pace.

Being with Johnny was normally slow and deep like this, afraid he would hurt you he always tried to keep himself under control. You wish he’d just let go, but he still found ways to fuck you with every ounce of desperation. You were always full and smothered with him, impossible to get away. Lacking nothing- except air.

Even now with one hand gripped at the plush of your hips, dragging you down into his cock with every thrust, and the other arm wrapped around your temples, palm flat against the top of your head so he can fuck into you deeper.

You could feel your body prick with heat, and your vision blurred more and more with every slam and thrust.

“Fuck, Johnny.” You cried.

“Al’ready on it, love.” He ground out into your ear, breath heavy and hot as it fanned over your neck and chest.

The thrust of his hips grew sloppy and rough, and he groaned every time your skin slapped together, the naughty wet noises ringing in your ears. You’re sure your face and neck were beet red.

“Baby,” you bit out into his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around your back completely, pulling you slightly off the mattress and into him even more. Somehow he went deeper in this position. His thighs and knees bucked under you for support- his chest still flush with yours. Nipples raw as they rubbed against his pecks.

“Fuck I missed you.”

“Were you lonely?” He ground out and sighed into you neck, barely above a whisper.

“Always.” You responded, scratching you nails down his hard back, and tugging at the base of his hair. Eliciting a heavy groan in response.

“Should I fuck a bairn into ye then?” He pulled his head away from your shoulder to smother your lips with his again, tongue invading every crevice of your mouth.

“Make sure y’canna be lonely again?” He continued and the jerk of his hips became desperate and carnal.

Your core clenched in response, sucking him in so deep that he’d never leave. It was enough though, and your second orgasm ripped though you, rippling heavy from your chest down through your abdomen making your toes curl.

“Jesus lass, So. Fecking. Tight.” He slammed his cock into you, one.. two.. three more times before his own release spilled from his body- spraying against your womb in hot and thick spurts.

You felt somehow fuller, and could feel it as he spilled out of you, down the both of your thighs and onto the sheets below.

It took a handful of gasps and breaths before you both calmed enough to come back to your senses. Johnny stayed hard inside of you, relentless, but eased the both of you into a more comfortable position on your sides. You wrapped a leg around him and he hid his face in the warmth of your chest- arms tangling.

After a while your breathing grew softer and slowed.

“Oi,” he pinched at your waist and you twitched against him. “Don’t go falling asleep on me. I just got ye back.”

Your core clenched again and he ground himself into you gently in response. A sigh left your lips and you spoke into his hair.

“Did you mean what you said? About a..”

“A bairn?”

You hummed and it took him a minute to respond.

“Aye lass, if it would make ye happy.”

“You make me happy Johnny.”

You both stayed silent for a moment, contemplating and enjoying the presence of the other.

“I know I canna be here all the time-

“I knew what I was getting into.” You countered. Your grip on him tightening slightly. “There’s nothing for you to apologize about.”

“Aye..” he mumbled out again.

“But there could be a piece of me wi’you, no? Someone to keep looking after for, while I’m gone.” He pulled away slightly and rose so he could look you in the eyes.

You smiled and graced his lips with a gentle kiss. He kept his eyes on you as you lowered yourself deeper into the mattress and let the sleepiness sink through you.

“Mmm,” you mumbled, and he pulled a blanket over the both of you. “Mayhaps..”

And for the first time in weeks, you let yourself dream. Johnny whispering sweet things into your ear as you let yourself go.

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Definitely reach out again! If they said they'd be in touch and they weren't be persistent! You deserve an answer at least from them!🤍

Advice needed (if anyone sees this - if no one sees it, I never wrote it haha):

Should I, or should I not, try emailing the one casting director I know again?

For context, this person gave me a chance and sent me an audition a year ago. I didn't get the part, but they said they still liked the tape and would send me other stuff, but then I never heard back. So I chased them up around July 2021 just to check in and see if there was anything suitable for me that had come up, and didn't hear back again.

I mean, in all likelihood they're probably very busy, or I'm just not what they're looking for, or they've forgotten who I am because they'll have loads of people contacting them every day, but what's the harm in sending another polite email?

I honestly don't know how this 'put yourself out there/be persistent' etiquette thing works and I never have 🙈 Don't wanna harangue someone, but it's hardly haranguing if I last emailed them in July, right?

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