#I LOVE YOU BIG JOHN!!!!

[brekwrites]

Big John is here

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Big John

(Hatless version under cut lol)

[c3berus]

simon fucking riley.

[yeyinde]

now why would you hide these in the tags..

also thinking maybe reader is newcomer too, maybe on vacation. everyone knows not to mess with price, say things about it never ending well.

but reader pays them no mind, thinking that their overreacting. of course, they aren’t, and reader is forced to check out of their hotel and into their new forever home with price <3.

and he's your first experience with an alpha, too. like sheltered reader, surrounded by betas your whole, stumbling onto John Price, of all people. but of course you're curious. you've never met an alpha before outside of the ones in your school - all the same age, the same hormonal shifts at the same pace; it's just not the same, is it?

and despite the tug between you, he can see where this going when you start batting your eyes at him, and softening under the burn of his glare. you're not going to like it. you'd never be able to handle him. and he tries to tell you this. warn you away. find a beta, a smaller, younger alpha. he doesn't care - just stay the hell away from him.

but you've been doted on your whole life and English Burt Reynolds isn't going to be the first man to tell you no.

so you push. prod. dig a little deeper. lay it on thick until his presence, a novice in your life, triggers the first stirrings of a real heat. forced proximity. freak storm. one bed. he breaks before dawn, but before you can even start to feel triumph, the reality of getting fucked by an older, more experienced alpha rears.

maybe you realise this when he pulls his fat, angry looking cock out, and barks at you to get back on the bed because he hasn't even started yet, and if you wanna strut around town, aching for his knot, well. he'll give it to you.

problem is: he's too big. too rough. you've been treating yourself like fine silk, something precious, and what he gives you (after growling at your pussy that he can't wait to break her in) is nothing at all like you were expecting. and this idea of a heat making you malleable, soft and ready, falls to pieces when you remember that anatomy isn't magic and no amount of fever in your blood will ever soothe the ache of him eating you up like a man starved.

but hey. you got the big, surly alpha in the end, didn't you? guess no one taught you the meaning of a pyrrhic victory.

[kbsd]

when a lovely flame dies, smoke gets in your eyes

OR: what were we supposed to take away from episode 4 if not ‘bucky is a war widow’

[cherrirui-official]

I hope u guys don't mind me posting these au doodles while I work on things ahaha

I also gave JD slightly longer hair in these doodles as a funny haha but I don't think it's funny anymore he looks genuinely good with his hair like that ahahaha I hope you're not mad at me for changing his au design a bit

[bubuslutty]

[gomzdrawfr]

it's hard loving yourself

[foryourownbosom]

portrait of a young artist, c. 1760s

(happy birthday dear john! 🌻)

[shanastoryteller]

it would make dean fucking furious, but i actually love the idea that jack sometimes calls sam "sammy" and that sam lets him. he's the only one besides dean that doesn't get "it's sam"

jack is always watching dean, and while part of that is search for dean's approval, the rest is because it teaches him how to interpret and be loved by sam

he calls him sammy when he's scared, or worried, or even relieved (seeing sam after lucifer brought him back would definitely elicit a sammy)

dean says it and it's sammy (protected)

jack says it and it's sammy (protector)

i also think he's seen dean and sam hug each other, sees how sam scrunches himself up so dean can still get his arms over his shoulders and folds beneath his brother. and when sam hugs jack, he hugs him sort of like dean hugs him, like how jack thinks dean used to hug sam twenty years ago

being enveloped, sam hunching over to keep him tucked into him, and for a moment jack feels like nothing can get to him

(sam used to feel this way too)

[earlymorningfoxhunt]

Today's the day!!! @malevolentbigbang 2024 YIPPEEE!!!!!!!!!!

go read @shadowy-dumbo-octopus fic, posi is such a wonderful writer, come cry with us on this 100k journey

I made my first animation for this!! its on chapter 22 :D

[ID: A gif of john hunched over a sink looking into a mirror. he shuts his many eyes to will his monstrous features away leaving him looking like a man. they quickly reappear and the gif loops.]

Spoilers: all of the artists on our team came together to do a big collab for the epilog and aaaaa it looks so good!

@pikachic did the sketch, @michaelshelley36 did the line art, @chaocorvus colored, and I did the shading!

[ID: A digital drawing of Arthur and John sitting at a piano. John has both hands resting on the keys, and Arthur has his right hand on the keys and his left hand resting on John’s right hand. Arthur is wearing a button up shirt, a waistcoat, and a tie, and John is wearing a shirt, a waistcoat, a suit jacket, and large dangling earrings. They are looking at each other fondly. In the background is every scene from the epilogue, separated by golden cracks reminiscent of kintsugi.]

I really enjoyed working on this, everyone is so cool please go check out their art and witness their work! also, a big thanks to everyone that worked hard to put on this event it really makes this fandom a cool place

[kyurochurro]

HELP!!! ....its so cold!! ❄️🧣🧤☃️

referenceee! i know its flipped but thats how i found it HSJAHJAS

[c3berus]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 — price, gaz & simon SHORT angst.

𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴: you’re soap’s identical and grieving twin brother and you’d do anything to get your boys happy again, even if it meant that you disappeared.

2 months.. that’s how long it’s been since you two have got into one of your brotherly scuffles.

60 days..that’s how long it’s been since you’ve heard johnny’s obnoxious laughing .

1,440 hours..that’s how long it’s been since simon looked at you.

86,400 minutes..fucking hell that’s how long it’s been since you’ve shared a bed with your husband.

and 5,184,000 seconds..that’s how long it’s been since you became a stranger to your own boys.

you knew why they didn’t want to associate with you— you looked exactly like Johnny. you knew when they saw you, they saw your brother— cold, dead, soaking in his blood, reliving his life in seven long and emotion filled minutes. you knew they couldn’t help but grieve but god did it hurt any less. you knew that you were a key reminder of exactly what they lost.

but did that give them the right to treat you like this? like a stranger? you didn’t want that. you wanted a sense of familiarity. you wanted to grieve with them— to cry and remember with them. which is what lead you here— holding a pair of clippers with the initials ‘J.M’ carved into the side in the sloppy handwriting you knew too well. you gripped the clippers tighter knuckles turning white and you took a deep breath and removed the towel from the mirror.

you physically shuddered at the sight that greeted you. you looked miserable, hell you were miserable, you were on the brink of a breakdown and you had to do something about it. your eyes had horrible bags, themselves being bloodshot. your hair untamed and unkept, you tore your eyes away from the mirror, eyes blurred over with unshed tears. his blue eyes was what disturbed you, except they were yours. but yours were a pathetic replica that would never match the weight of his, they would never come close.

you turned the clippers on giving yourself one last pathetic once over before lifting the clippers to your hair. clump by clump and sob by sob johnny was back. johnny was home. your boys would be happy and everything would be normal. you’d make sure of it.

even if it meant you disappeared with his return..

even if you wouldn’t be able to welcome him back yourself..

even if you had to wipe every trace of your being or break and bend every piece of flesh and bone to bring your baby brother home.

you’d do it one thousand times over. you’d consume his very being from his mannerisms to his golden retriever like nature, you’d do it. you did it. you rid all of your clothes and instead took on his, a little tight fitting but who cares? you cut your hair to be just as it was two months ago. you took back up on some hobbies, the ones you had two months ago.

simon immediately greeted you with a hug, it almost made you nauseous, you almost wanted to claw his hands off of you with how much his touch was foreign. instead, you embraced him with just as much passion.

kyle broke down before punching your shoulder and cracking jokes.

and your husba-‘good to have you back soap’ oh..

that sent a slimmer of pain through your body. when your husband looked at you he didn’t see you. he saw johnny. you know he did, those eyes? he didn’t see his husband. you looked exactly like him, you acted like him, got his exact tattoos. you hated how sick and twisted you were to do this but as they say..grieving actions are the worst— best remedy. as time went on, it hurt less, yo-no johnny felt welcomed.

johnny was welcome.

johnny was happy.

johnny was home.

[nekrosmos]

Nekro, my dear comrade. I do not have much thoughts myself, I just saw this thing and somehow my mind immediately went "you know who draws men in suits so good that even suit hating Juju goes crazy about them? that's right, Nekro".

So. If you wanna do something with it. Idk. Or just have a giggle :) Much love!

HI JUJU !!! The face I first made when I first saw your ask probably was hilarious. Truly not the kind of thing you expect to see when opening your inbox and I'm obsessed.

And so .... I threw Soap into this situation. Picture this: the boys see this add, know that Soap is pretty flexible and well, he sure isn't scared to act silly, and thus here comes his recreation of it:

[sunnibits]

man I fucking love art school. where else can I draw silly malevolent propaganda on the giant dry erase wall that makes up half of the entryway in my residence hall in which students are invited to cover it with doodles. you can’t get this at harvard.

[lyraa-kill]

Maybe one time Johnny is teasing Simon, unashamedly flirting with him like he always does, and he calls him princess. Simon pretends he doesn’t care, but Johnny sees the way his eyes go wide and the way his pupils blow out and that he’s all of a sudden covering the crotch of his pants. And that cheeky little shit decides to use this discovery to his advantage.

Calls Simon princess every chance he gets. Not in front of others of course, but when they’re alone. “Need me to do anything else, princess?”, “‘Course, princess.”, “Well ain’t that something, princess?” And it’s driving Simon fucking mad. He can’t take it anymore. He’s constantly sporting a hard on and he’s so ashamed that the terrifying Ghost is getting so worked up from being called a princess.

It all comes to a head when Johnny finally gets Simon in the sheets, and he purrs that pet name into Simon’s ear and instantly Simon is shooting ropes across his body.

Johnny snickers. “Yeah? Knew you like getting called that. Like being my princess, Si?”

Simon covers his face as he breathes heavy. “N-no. I don’t.”

Johnny smiles. “I think ya do,” he reaches down and strokes Simon’s cock, relishing in the way he twitches from the overstimulation, “Go on, say it. Say you like being my princess.”

Simon shakes his head, biting his lip to keep his moans back.

“Come onnn Si,” Johnny teases, the slapping of his hips against Simon’s ass as he ruts into him filling up the room, “I know you like it. Like being my little princess soooo much.”

Johnny leans down and gets really close to Simon’s ear, whispering, “Be a good boy, yeah? Be my perfect princess for me? Unless you want me to stop, my love.”

Simon shakes his head. If Johnny stops now, he’ll die. “N-no,” he stammers.

“Then say it, love. Say you’re my princess.”

Simon mumbles it, but Johnny doesn’t hear him. “Say it so I can hear you,” he teases.

“I-I’m your princess,” Ghost stammers, his stomach alight with butterflies at saying such a thing about himself.

Johnny groans, unleashing the orgasm building up in him, emptying every drop inside Simon. Simon comes with a cry, latching his legs around Johnnys waist to make sure he can’t pull out of him.

When all is said and done and they’re cleaned up and getting ready to go to sleep, Johnny whispers in Simon’s ear, “Did so good for me, my love. Always my perfect little princess, huh?”

Simon’s face goes hot and he nods, a small smile on his face and he feels Johnny’s arms wrap around him from behind

[rukkasilk]

John Faith and the period clot🫃