#h. price

[hlfmoonshine]

a little name guide.

darius landon, as in 'dare-ee-ous' dima federov, despite his name being dimitri, pronouced as 'dee-ma' graceland kaya, 'gracelind' no hard a halen price, as in 'val halen'/'hay-lin' kyser collins, as in 'kaiser' leonidas hyde, leo always pronounced as 'lay-o' UNLESS using nickname 'leon' sanem togan, 'sah-nem' seraphina poriosolo, 'pori-o-solo'

[peachespearsandplumbs]

PRICE, H. Clean dry clothes keep him on the job, 1942 by Halloween HJB

[bluegiragi]

limitations (part 2)

early access + nsfw on patreon

[niccolites]

friends with benefits!price except that is not how he views the situation

calling you both friends is a bit of a stretch, really you're his cute neighbour who always seems to need a pipe tightened under your sink, or your washing machine is always making a strange noise, if he could have a look?

and listen. you're a little lonely. inherited your parents house and the only neighbour that talks to you is the handsome older man next door who is barely there because of his work

you think you're being a bit forward when you bake him some muffins as a thank you the next time he's home. embarrassed at how earnest it is. his pupils blow wide at the sight of you standing in his doorway, bashful smile that quivers a little in the shadow of him

a tentative friendship, the barrier of neighbour just a hurdle as price views it

things come to a head when you cook him dinner and nervously gulp down glass after glass of wine. he nurses one and watches you. eyes like headlights and you have the quivering legs of a deer

bashful, shy, neighbour, acquaintance. these are weak-willed boundaries that you try to put in place, but price is always intent. driven. places a hand on your knee and accounts for the way you jump, the flex of flesh that absorbs your reactions. all catalogued, used against you

john just need you a little more loose, to understand things from his perspective. still so skittish, even with his head between your thighs, but his arm is a band around your middle, holding you firm until you finally get it

he lifts his head, your slick in his moustache and you're still so bashful even as your legs tremble

he bends you over the table with your home-cooked meal at your eye-line. feeds you his cock, smooths a hand down your spine until you melt into his praises

the next morning, beard burn on your inner thighs and cum leaking out of you from where he had turned you over and pushing your knees to your ears, 'until it took' he had said. you had been pretty out of it at that time. you sneak out. he lets you, eyes on you even as you think he is still asleep. you don't get it yet. that's fine, he'll get it through that surprisingly stubborn head of yours

every time he's back, he's at yours, lapping at your clit like its soothing him after a stressful time away. or you're at his, hands braced on the wall as he grunts behind you with each thrust.

its the most bizarre fwb situation you think anyone has been in, no time to talk about what is going on before he is dragging your mouth to his, thumb hard on your chin like he can stop the words before the curl on your tongue. fills your mouth with his spit then his cock to drown it out

you finally manage to slur out a joke about him being your fwb. your fucked out, draped out over his barrel chest, smoothing your hand through the hair there. he makes a disagreeing noise and you lift your head

he has your left hand in his, thumb on your ring finger. intent. driven. you're not getting it yet. living in that house, all on your own. lonely. he hears what you're trying to say sweetheart, that you're just too shy to articulate yet. i think we're well past friends, don't you think?

headlights. dear. the blank space before the crack of the crash. you let him tighten his hand around your ring finger.

[tojisun]

john price + simon (ghost) riley x fem reader

!! smut - minors dni; threesome; creampie; objectification (a lil); dom john, switch ghost, sub reader / so i spiralled...

john groans as he spreads your folds apart, feeling your tender skin twitch at the press of his muscles, before he hears a whine tickling the base of your throat only for the sound to be muffled by the fluff of the pillows.

"c'mere, lieutenant," john says, his voice barely above a whisper, but simon's trained ears pick up the order and john hears – given that he's unwilling to look away from your winking hole – the way simon slides up from the bed before dropping down just behind john.

"fuck," simon rasps when he sees you, his voice sounding strained himself.

john can't fault him, not when he is still dumbstruck at seeing the way your gaping pussy is leaking, their shared cum dribbling out of your cunt in messy trickles, the viscous liquid almost webbing when it gets snagged by the little hairs on your skin.

yeah. fuck indeed.

"cap'n," simon whines from behind him and john turns, abandoning the lewd image that you make if only to see what john knows were the beginnings of simon's pleas.

"yes, lieutenant?"

john has to bite down a smirk at seeing the smallest of trembles that racks simon's body.

"once more," simon mumbles, all breathy and shy. "can i fuck her once more?"

john lets out a long hum, pretending to think about his response. they hear you mewl on the bed, your hips swaying at simon's words, but the two of them feign pretenses as they continue to gaze at each other.

finally, john rumbles, "go on, lieutenant." he pulls his hands away from your body, patting your ass in faux comfort, before making room so simon could slide towards you.

simon obeys the quiet command from his captain, his big bulk claiming the spot that had belonged to john. john nods in approval before turning to pat the top of simon's masked head.

"you've been such a good boy for us, simon. go on. use her."

john finally allows himself a wide smirk at hearing you and simon moan at the same time, the gravity of his words – of his use of simon's name – echoing in the room, filling up the buzzing space.

he squeezes simon's shoulder before falling onto the lone chair in the room. he'll join you and simon in the next round but for now, john will enjoy the show.

[gomzdrawfr]

you know what, its either I don't draw for a week and then draw like 198387987 things in a night so have a compilation of this doodle based on Price's "press F" skin

and of course I had to do a silly animation:

LIKE(photos not mine, from David, ty again luv):

[remyfire]

Yeah.

[dailyperkele]

DAY 33 - Hubris Trying out different horn shapes became a "What if they were connected to the other gods/engravings?"-

then I remembered the Inverse Crown of Thorns.

[hlfmoonshine]

@queenxfthedxmned meet halen price all the way down.

"why are you pickin' a fight right now?" halen's brows cinched together and the deep set look of disapproval only seemed to elevate the lilt in his accent. he had won most arguments he got into but sometimes there was no pride or joy in that. sometimes he walked away just feeling like an asshole. and sometimes the shame fell over his head, threatening to drown him in it.

[peachespearsandplumbs]

PRICE, H. Healthy skin keeps him on the job, 1942 by Halloween HJB

[stlamb]

depop is such a no man's land to me.... like some people unknowingly undercharge to the point that buying the item feels like robbing them. and then someone else will stick a designer label price on like vintage walmart brands and i'm like nah that'll never sell for $300, lol. and then it does

[stabbingandorbeingstabbed]

got a cashmere turtleneck sweater on ebay for like $40 and it's sooooo lovely but also the neck on this thing is comically long like uselessly long. turtleneck for giraffes and the like

[completeoveranalysis]

[5]

WAIT I'M NOT OVER THIS YET

How SO MUCH of Tsubasa (and xxxHolic) is based around trades. About giving up things in exchange for what you want or what you need. About willingly (or unwillingly) giving up something important in order to get something you want even more.

How this is the first time any character has essentially been given a refund. How the magic was stolen from him - but it also kind of wasn't.

How in Acid Tokyo Fai let his eye get eaten in an attempt to help repair Syaoran's soul. He essentially GAVE his eye and magic to Syaoran on purpose to save him.

And it worked, in a way, eventually! Syaoran had a soul in the end! He was in there! He was making choices! He was alive!

BUT NOW HE'S NOT AND FAI JUST, GETS THE MAGIC BACK. THE PRICE HE PAID IS JUST GIVEN RIGHT BACK TO HIM AS IF NONE OF IT EVER HAPPENED - SYAORAN IS JUST AS DEAD AND GONE AS WHEN HIS SOUL BROKE IN ACID TOKYO, BUT WORSE NOW, BECAUSE NOW THEY ALL KNOW HE CAN'T BE SAVED.

HOW FAI WOULD HAVE BEEN HAPPY IF HE NEVER HAD THAT MAGIC BACK, IF IT MEANT SYAORAN GOT TO LIVE.

HOW HE LOVED HIS SON AND WANTED HIM TO LIVE AND THAT WAS MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE MAGIC THAT HAD DEFINED HIS WHOLE LIFE. IT WAS A TRADE HE MADE ON PURPOSE.

AND NOW HE JUST... GETS IT BACK.

AND IT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED.

[klingerfashionarchive]

season 7 episode 18

[livetogether--diealone]

just a girl hiking up her skirt so it doesn’t get caught in the bike's wheels

[remyfire]

No man should be allowed to have this many teeth. It's immoral.