#john is my husband

[hidingwhere]

Price who is dating a very feminine person; you. He doesn’t mind- of course he doesn’t. In fact, you’ve embraced your femininity even more since dating him.

He watches you some nights after your everything showers, gently placing face masks and eye masks on while he leans on the bathroom counter next to you, occasionally pressing a soft kiss against your cheek. He wears a smile while observing you do more skincare, pick a pair of pink pyjamas before going straight back to the bathroom to put cream in your hair and exfoliate your lips with some pink-sugary concoction.

In shops, you make him smell-test different body moisturisers you’re considering on buying. Different perfumes, body wash, etc. Then he gets the luxury of smelling them on you after entering the bedroom from the shower. He buries his face in your neck, humming contently as he smells vanilla, pomegranate, the lot.

He pays for it all, no debate involved. He pays for new clothes you want, pays for your nails to be done. You’ve protested time and time again but he’s already swiped his card before you get the chance to swipe yours.

At Christmas, most decorations are pink and Price wouldn’t have it any other way. His house sparkles with life and serenity now that you live in it. He gets the decorations down for you from the loft, strings up lights on the ceiling and ensembles the big tree for you. You give him a thank you kiss in return and hug him tightly as he steps down from the small ladder.

Afterwards, you force him to rest on the sofa while you decorate the tree and ask his opinion if the decor is too close together or too far apart. Then throughout the evening you make little treats such as cookies dazzled with pink icing and snowflake sprinkles that he tastes-tests for you.

[callsignpxnguin]

John Price sleeps naked, and I will not have anyone tell me otherwise.

When the two of you were dating, he toned it down a little and at least kept his boxers on, but the minute he had a ring securely on your finger and your vows in place, he refused to wear even a single thing to bed.

“Too hot,” he’d complain daily, pulling you into his chest and causing your ass to settle on top of his fast-chubbing cock (unintentionally, of course). “S’not comfy. Besides, can’t feel you as well.”

He’d regularly try to get you to join him, too — and you don’t think you’d ever seen him happier than on the one instance you finally gave in, only because you were ovulating and you wanted him even more than he wanted you, which was impressive considering his… general consistent need.

And even on the cold winter nights when you could quite literally hear him shivering from the frigid air, he’d shrug off the temperature and pull you even closer. “Who needs clothes when I have you, huh? Like my own little hot water bottle, you are. You give good kisses, too.” His praise was never-ending, if only to keep you from playfully scolding him about his preference.

You never really meant it, though. How could you, when your husband was always so clearly hot and needy for you?

[cliopadra]

A little Good Omens repaint of Madame X by J.S.Sargent ✨

[bunnyryuz]

nerds

[wombywoo]

"smile!" 📸

[lovedeathalice]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride. Morning, noon, and night, he can pump me full and turn me into his own personal Supe making factory

[4ever-feral]

Older men with big noses, beards and wavy hair >>>>

[scaradeus]

so sorry for the inactivity ! the summer has been quite depressing actually for me but now that i started college everything's feeling better. right now i've got 3 more commissions left to finish but im feeeling positive tbh. my fixation for fo4 has calmed a lot but i still have hancock deeply in my heart.

tl;dr i still love hancock

[oppoison-art]

A little 6Ships+1 challenge I gave myself over the last few weeks, I want to expand what I draw these days and this seemed a good place to start!

[arlospace]

There was a murder in Soho... Crowley's pride

@funky-bug1 put this idea in my head so blame them

[hidingwhere]

“You lied to me,” you protest with a frown.

“I didn’t lie to you, Angel. I’d never lie to you,” John replies, hands resting on your hips.

“You said my curls looked nice, well they’re barely even curls. This new heatless curling method did nothing.”

He watched you from behind in the mirror as you fiddled with your hair. “Well your hair always looks lovely to me.”

You rolled your eyes in exasperation as you finally decided to just brush the curls out. “Whatever,” you mumbled.

“Don’t be mad, baby. Genuinely, I thought they looked nice.” He pressed a kiss against your cheek affectionately, watching as you tried to bite back a smile. “Next time you should let me help wash it.” He kissed the side of your neck. “But you ban me from showering with you during your everything showers.”

“For good reason; I’m busy in there getting clean. I don’t need you distracting me.”

“Whatever you say, angel.”

[callsignpxnguin]

John Price and his Sleepy Wife

AO3

You had always been a sleepy person. Dozing off on John’s lap in the car, nuzzling quietly into his side during films, and just enjoying sleeping on him in general.

But just imagine John telling some story about his glory days as he liked to to the rest of the squad, and he’s just rambling on as you sit next to him on the couch, but you’re half asleep. So he’ll talk a bit — adjust his sleepy wife who’s drooping off of his shoulder — and then continue like nothing happened.

But then it would happen again. And again. And again. You sliding down, boneless, eyelids fluttering weakly, snuggled into John like he was your own personal furnace. And none of the boys would say anything (apart from Soap’s quiet laughs), because it happened every time, and they knew the drill — keep a close eye on you to ensure you didn’t fall to the ground, but not close enough to make you feel uncomfortable or to annoy Price, because as much as he trusted them you were still his wife.

“Infiltration wasn’t—“ A pause for him to give up repositioning you and just pull you onto his lap, eliciting a quiet but content sigh from you as you buried your face into his chest “—that much of a challenge, but you forget that there were about a hundred men, yeah? So…”

Meanwhile, having already heard all his stories a hundred times over, you had progressed from half-asleep to out cold, and by the time it got late enough m for everyone to start heading to bed, Price had to carry you bridal-style to your shared bedroom. Not that he was complaining. The missus always got her every want and need provided for, always. Especially when it involved her using him as her pillow.

[felsicveins]

A lot can happen in 20 years

[kagilasgilas]

"Good old Watson! You are the one fixed point in a changing age."

Bonus :)

[wombywoo]

glasgow date 🧡

[spooksicl-e]

old boy but /aff