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“𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥-𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥”
𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳: 𝘑𝘰𝘰 𝘑𝘢𝘦𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨
𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘸𝘢 : 𝘑𝘐𝘕𝘟
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Bowser is the type of boyfriend who would bring the head of your worst enemy to you on your front door
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your hate sex with konig was freakin hot. can we see one with ghost and price too? pretty please? thank you.
HATE SEX WITH PRICE
when you ask so nicely, how could i refuse? sub price just to warn y’all
[JOHN PRICE VERSION] you're here!
[SIMON RILEY VERSION]
[KÖNIG VERSION]
"care to repeat yourself?" your captain is practically seething, words coated in venom as he stands over you.
he's caged you in against the wall and despite the anger coursing through your veins, your survival instincts are blaring red lights. trembling fists by your side, you set your jaw and growl. "get me out of this team."
you know it takes him aback, eyes widening for a fraction of a second but it's all you need. stepping forward, you curl your fingers over the collar of his shirt and drag him down to meet your eyes.
"i quit, you piece of shit."
"what? you angry at me for saving your fuckin' life, is that it?" he doesn't fight you, lets you feel the searing warmth of his breath. "don't be a brat. if i didn't move you—"
"i had a clear line shot!" your scream echoes across the room, a haunting undertone with the way desperation bleeds out of you, frustration boiling over. "nothing was stopping me, he was right there, i could've—"
john knocks his forehead against yours, uncaring for the wince it earns him. "you couldn't have done shit."
you think that's it for a second, an outright refusal but then he continues. "this team raised you," his voice is low and rough, a cocked pistol to your heart. "and you want to leave now? i've heard funnier jokes."
for a moment there's only shallow panting, breaths tangling with each other as the silence trembles. "...say that to me again and see where it gets you.."
you're even angrier at the mocking grin that pulls at his lips, chilling blue looking down at you. "you're nothing without 141, rookie."
hours later, you have him under you, all pretty and panting as you squeeze out another orgasm from his spent cock. john's long gone, lost in the fog of your scent and touch.
he lets out a broken whine, fighting against the cuffs around his wrist. it's futile, he barely registers the thought, feeling the cold metal dig against his raw skin.
"c'mon then captain.." he would've bristled at your goading tone if not for the exhaustion that weighed him down, if not for how his body surrenders itself to you completely. as it was, the irritation stayed a mild simmer in the bottom of his stomach. ".. give me one more."
"fuck, no more, no more, please—" he squeezes his eyes tight, brows furrowed, burning tears trailing down his cheeks. his shoulders tremble and the vein on his neck bulges as he grit his teeth.
he's not sure he can give you one more, doesn't even know if there's anything left he can give you.
"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry.." his cries fill the room, breathy and apologies slurred together, arms flexing against his restraints when you press your thumb against his slit.
"mhhpf-!" john chokes on a moan, pushing his hips up to meet your warm hand despite his continuing complaints of it being too much.
"that's it, my sweet boy.. " you whisper, crowning the head of his sensitive and throbbing cock with your walls.
his head drops when you bottom out, eyes rolling back when you purposefully contract your muscles to squeeze his release out of him. john's tongue feels too heavy, all twisted and limp, to even put up a small resistance against the burning pleasure of you around his throbbing cock.
"you're nothing without me, you hear?"
he nods, leaning into your touch when you comb a hand through his hair, head too fuzzy.
he feels the rush of his orgasm pull him apart, back arching and muscles tensing as he babbles a senseless string of,
"nothing, nothing, nothing.."
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sitting here waiting patiently for the increase in joel fics
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