#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

[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.

[believeinspeev]

What asking for directions in the dungeon does to a man

[ruffaloon]

i can't go back to who i was before i met you, i can't undo what i've done, i wouldn't want to

hawkeye & bj • first time

[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):

[cod-indulgences]

Tf141 x female!reader, implied gangbang, forced nudity

Sitting around a table with the task force, poker chips in a pile in the middle and dog-eared cards in your hands. You're cold but there's no help for it- all your clothes are piled at your feet, victims of bad luck, bad hands, and a bad poker face.

You can feel their eyes resting on your breasts, mostly hidden by your arms folded against you, but it's your turn to play your hand- the sigh that goes between them when you square your shoulders and stretch one arm out to push your chips in is more felt than heard.

"all in," you say, and feel your stomach sink as all the men smirk, the mood shifting, predatory. You feel small suddenly, and moan in despair when their cards lay out across the table.

You're fucked.

Chairs scrape across the floor as they all stand, and you yelp when two sets of hands lift you from your chair, placing you flat on your back amid scattered poker chips and cards. Ghost and Soap have your arms pinned, and Price steps up between your legs, opening your thighs around his bulk.

Gaz leans in, smirking, and waves a handful of cards in your face- aces. "Count them, sweetheart," he grins, and your stomach sinks. One, two, three....four, five, six. Fuck!

Price undoes his belt, pulling out his cock. Your eyes widen at it, heavy and fat in his fist, precome pearling up at the tip. "Should have folded earlier sweetheart," he says around his cigar, "now you've kept me and the boys waiting."

He notches his cock head against your pussy, and you look up at him with pleading eyes. "Sir, I can't- I'm not ready-!"

"don't worry love, by the time we're done, this cunt'll be sloppy enough for everyone to have a second round."

[echo203]

Hc that Gaz has a very specific comedown after a mission and the team has learned how to anticipate and deal with it.

It happened the same way after every mission. It was practically like clockwork. And this time was no different.

Gaz and Soap were seated in the helo opposite Ghost and Price. They had been flying for the better part of two hours and were set to arrive back to base soon. Despite being close to home the team was utterly exhausted though. After handling a cell of hostiles in a densly grown forest the guys had more than a few branches and leaves sticking out of places they were not supposed to be in.

Ghost and Soap got off with a few scrapes and bruises, thanks to Price covering their backs, which would be patched up quickly by medical. Gaz however had been seperated from the team and had to fight his way through enemy territory to find his way back to them.

And eventhough he hadn't gotten hurt significantly worse than his teammates the adrenalin high was sure to leave an aftermath. The shakes hadn't set in yet but knowing how his body opperated in these situations the second he felt a slight moment of safety he'd drop like a stone.

Soap slid a granola bar into his hand making Gaz snap out of the blank stare that he had fallen into. "For later, might make it easier" the scot muttered, his hand moving down to comfortingly grip Kyle's thigh, thumb giving light strokes.

They knew what Soap had been talking about. So as the team got checked out by medical after arriving, Gaz found himself sitting behind a medical curtain with the nurse giving him his perscribed pain meds and telling him to go rest.

That's when he felt it.

His vision started to blur slightly. His hands suddenly felt clammy and grew cold. He almost dropped his medication because his limbs started shaking and he could feel a headache coming on.

But he knew this. Had gotten through it many times before.

He grit his teeth and gathered his things, determined to at least make it to his room. As he stumbled down the hallway he caught a hand out of the corner of his eye. Before he could register what was happening that hand was taking the things he was carrying and someone on his other side draped a blanket across his shoulders.

Ghost carried his things into Price's room and Price guided him with a strong arm around his shoulders. He was sat on the bed as Soap removed his shoes and handed him some juice. "Need that blood sugar up right now."

The others hadn't needed as much time in medial and had evidently gotten changed and ready for the evening. Before Kyle knew it so was he. Price sat down next to him and took his unoccupied hand, while grasping his neck with the other. "You did well out there today Kyle, you made it back to us." As the Captain praised him Kyle started to feel a flickker of warmth inside of him.

Sipping the last drops of his juice and listening to Johnny and Simon bicker about what to get from the mess he let his head drop to Price's shoulder and closed his eyes as his fingertips warmed back up and the shaking subsided.

(Yes, he woke up the next morning squished between warm bodies and feeling like he was on fire but well rested nontheless)

[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

[happistar]

American Psycho Jekyll & Hyde AU, anyone?

[remyfire]

Yeah.

[dontdrive88]

i need an AU where marty ends up in the future in an Unknown Year in an Unfamiliar Town and ends up going to, like, an H&M or a Primark or whatever (shops he doesn't recognise, but hey) and he's just like "okay... the shirts are priced fairly normally... they have Rolling Stones and Johnny Cash shirts, but I also see AC/DC and Guns 'n' Roses stuff, so I'm probably finally back in 198-- wait, who are Nirvana?"

[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.

[klingerfashionarchive]

season 7 episode 18