#dresses you undresses you

[yeyinde]

hi bb!! i started classes this week didn’t mean to disappear 😭 i hope you’ve been great but ALL FUCKING DAY i’ve been thinking about price.

just cooking him dinner and grabbing him refills whenever his beer is empty,,, sitting next to his chair (at the head of the table of course) in ur own seat inched closer to him. playing footsy as he finishes up, holding one of his hands and telling him all about ur day

and then he scoots back, taking his dishes to the sink and rinsing them before heading to the couch. he watches you pad over to him and pulls you into his lap,,, big hands around your chin while he kisses you uuuuugggggghh

he lays you back on the couch, pulling your clothes aside and just EATS it, beard covered in his saliva and your mess. his tongue is inches deep in you before his hands finally settle, one reaching up to grope at your boobs and one playing with your cunt right besides his mouth.

-🧸 i’m fucking crazy about him

no worries!! i hope classes are going well for you!!!

and ahhhhhhhhhh 🫠 okay. yeah. i read this and immediately my head when blank. absolutely fuzzyyyyy. goddd domesticity with Price would an unreal experience. he'd angle his chair to watch you while you mess around his space, glancing every-so-often to the game he put on. barely paying much attention to it as the dream in his head starts to bleed into reality. you feeding him. bringing him whiskey, his cigars. bending down to give him a kiss when you can.

his big, burly arms locked around you. muttering in your ear about what's going on in the game. short, curt. to the point. but there's a growl in his voice, a rasp that makes you pant. he knows. of course he does. feeds into it.

lays his whole body over yours in a bear hug, one arm under your hips, pulling you back into his groin, the other lodged between your throat and the mattress, keeping your neck tucked tight in the bend of his elbow as he fucks you. keeps purring in your ear about how good you look in his house. takin' care of him. and now, he gets to take care of you.

[seiwas]

you wear katsuki’s clothes to bed.

among all your cotton and silk pajamas, you prefer the thinning fabric of his faded tees. there are holes in some of them, just a few more seams away from their undoing as they fit far too large on you—but that’s why you love them.

they’re comfy and worn; lived in with love from the man that you love. when katsuki is gone for days or weeks at a time, you find his warmth intertwined within the threads of his t-shirts. when the fabric presses against your back, the bed doesn’t feel nearly as empty as it is.

(though it can never replace him. nothing can, you fear.)

“hoggin’ all my shirts,” he tuts, but you know it means nothing. the roll of white fabric is neatly folded unto itself, its crisp corners unfurling once handed over.

you giggle, shaking off its folds and fitting the hem right over your head. from the corner of your eye, you see katsuki’s gaze, watching you wrangle the fabric over you as the towel wrapped around your body slowly drops to the floor.

he turns away then, a little too quickly, a little too abruptly. if you look at him now, you’re sure you’ll find flushed cheeks and crimson eyes burning in shame for wanting you so inopportunely.

“guess you’ll just have to take me with it then.”

[nikkinelson1313]

[goayda]

Another small photo manip for my Happy Izzy collection. Izzy in a robe. The man deserves some relaxing time (and you can choose who is with him in the room again, just off-camera 😉).

[dreadfuldevotee]

doing historical fashion research for entirely horny reasons, as God intented

[canisalbus]

If your still undecided about what modern au Machete would have as a job, I would like to nominate him as a niche fashion model. Not like a popular celebrity, because he's not conventionally attractive, but he has that aura. He can Walk (in heels!!!)

I want to give him an excuse to wear all different kinds of fancy clothes, basically. He deserves to be dressed to the nines and glare down at an audience from the runway.

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[eighthseawritings]

Spinners

spinning and spinning

these words on my tongue

shining stars

without direction

filled with energy

they rise and dress

their orbit

present

and we all direct them

because they need to go this way

they need to go this way

[jessieren]

Ahh the morsetache plus the colour block pink t-shirt…

This was… umm…. a look

[justanothervaultie]

Sneek peak WIP. Will be done once I figure out how to draw pretty teeth 🫣😬

[danieyells]

. . .y'know, Jiro was prepared to strip down in that office and then go to the bathroom to shower and like

How frequently do Mortkranken students see bare ass Jiro walking down the halls before a shower

Because I doubt the bathroom was attached to that room??? Do the Mortkranken students just go about their day knowing Jiro might walk past bleeding and missing clothes and thinking nothing of it? Fortunately Jiro doesn't like unproductive things otherwise they might have conversations with him just. Hanging dong in the halls.

(Yuri running after Jiro with a towel or something SCREAMING IN PANIC PLEASE HAVE SOME DECENCY JIRO)

[melien]

I present a beach babe💋

[mostlymobilegames]

I like the bug with Dmitry switching outfits repeatedly in the same scene, I thought I was hallucinating the first time it happened

I like to image the squad looking at him like he's lost it but not saying anything

[luxurysystems]

[michyeosseo]

What about us?  – I could look after you.

Yoon Hae Young and Choi Myung Gil as JANG SE-MI & BAEK DO-YI LADY DURIAN (2023) 1.10

[brain-rot-central]

Astarions waist tight laced in a corset. Mmhmm

We had a discussion about this on discord last night and it included him wearing thigh-high stockings and lace panties with his hair still undone and I. Really wish I could draw.

[hanzajesthanza]

~a vampire at dawn~

excuse the quick sketch, for this post is less about the art and more about the idea behind it... i have this headcanon from when geralt's company was trekking with the beekeepers through the wilderness:

although they were initially very grateful to have three meals a day prepared for them, they quickly got sick of having honeyed porridge served for all three of them. "Everything was sticky from the honey, even the young women." milva began to get nauseous at mealtimes, and cahir, usually ravenous at mealtimes as befits a strapping young lad such as he, even turned down a few bowls.

regis, however, was quite happy with it.

because, as is mentioned later in the book, about saovine traditions: "The spirits of the dead (...) should be given honey and groats, all sprinkled with vodka…" i imagine some confusing night where he went into a villager's hut to drink blood, but, it was around saovine, so they were even expecting someone like him to arrive and to even be looking for such a thing. prepared for such a situation, they handed him some kasza with honey. he didn't really know what to do with it, but they instructed him on how to eat... it was surprisingly pretty good, so he started pulling this on all the other villages, like hey i;m "undead" (whatever that means) do you have any "porridge" with "honey." yeah also put a little vodka on it while you're at it.

so honeyed groats turned out to be the first human food he ate, and over time, became like a comfort food to him. now he has it without the vodka though