"He's the personification of a preschool dance recital. D-minus for talent, but A-plus for adorableness."
- Leah Burke, Leah on the Offbeat
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prompt: will refuses to meet his alternate universe brothers
"so you're telling me my doppelgangers are an alcoholic cop who hates women, a literal cult leader, and someone who on paper is the most unprofessional district attorney i've ever heard of in my life?"
"don't forget the autistic fellow with the heart of gold who does astronomy"
will's mouth twists into a sour expression. "okay, him, him i'll meet. i don't want to touch the rest of these bastards."
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thinking about john price with a s/o thats a mutt.
nsfw under the cut
cw / implied trans price, pet play, subtop!amab!reader, only pronouns are ‘you’, biting, dom!bottom price, dubcon play? price gets ‘stuck’ im note sure now to tag it, breeding mentions of price from price, unprotected penetration, cumming inside :P i’ll probably continue this later idk. reader is called mutt, mongrel, pup, &. dog
john price who’s partner is a mutt. he knew it the second he saw how you panted into his neck as you fucked him, saw it in the way youd bite at his shoulders, lick his fingers, looked at collars with a bit of longing when you’d scroll through sites, looking for more toys.
what he hadn’t anticipated was that you weren’t a puppy, you were a mutt— like some feral stray he had picked up on the streets. you ate too quick, sometimes bit his fingers when he fed you, shook the water on him when he gave you a bath. you like being bad, and he likes letting you be bad. a little mangy mutt.
it changes some days, so he’s got numerous collars for how you wanna play it out. he’d come home from shopping to you nowhere to be found, but the thick, heavy collar with spikes, for when you wanted to be a big, bad dog, was gone from the little rack in your room.
price goes into the play room, which is locked up with a key when company comes over, and its easy enough to find you gnawing on a tough toy, in your little place in the corner since youre too bulky and big for a crate. you’re watching something on your phone, but youve long since fallen asleep.
he just laughs and walks back out, after turning your phone off and taking it to put it on a charger. he does miscellaneous things around the house til he hears you shifting around, before he reaches to get something from under the bed, cursing loudly when he gets stuck. he hears you come in, his lower half dripping with arousal, and gasps when you bite at his waistband and tug his pants down. “hey! bad pup!” he scolds, but it falls on deaf ears as intented, when you pull down his boxers too.
he cant help the moan that he lets out when you begin fucking into him with vigor, shoving your cock straight into his stretched hole and immediately fucking him, balls slapping against his little dick, groaning as your hands grip him roughly around the hips. “fuck! fuck, good mutt, fucking me so deep,” he can hear your growl and his hoke fluters around you, “g-gonna breed me? gonna give me a whole litter of babies- shit!” he yelps as you bite into the skin of his back, deep enough to leave bruises no doubt. you keep fucking him until he cums, and then keep it up even after that, making him moan and claw at the floor, bulky shoulders pinned between the bedframe and the floor.
he gasps as you cum deep inside him, and groans as you pull out, only to immediately begin licking up your mess on his oversensitive hole. “g-good dog…” <3
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