Does Anyone Else See A Strange Resemblance Between Caine And The Host From Mario Party 8? Especially

Does anyone else see a strange resemblance between Caine and the host from Mario Party 8? Especially with the goofy companion that helps them host and acts as a sorta friend

I want Gaz to ride my dick like his life depends on it

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Something about leaf piles feels so calming and cosy

nsfw. mdni. read this by @bunny-extract earlier and my brain short circuited. enjoy fat price getting dommed <3

can't stop thinking about captain john price who retired to a little town and bought a little fixer upper house and goes to the grocery store every week on sundays. he works his ass off to get the house exactly how he wants it, tearing up carpets, rewiring lights, painting rooms. after a couple months, he stopped working out altogether. he breaks his back daily working on the house, but even then a delicious layer of fat develops over his hardened muscles. and since he doesn't see people that often he allows his facial and body hair to get a little bit out of control, allowing himself to get scruffy, no one will even know.

until he somehow gets you in his bed. it starts innocently enough. you ringing up his groceries every sunday. trying to make small talk with the man that you knew was not from around here. his knuckles were usually cracked and dry, hands heavily calloused, but his smile was soft and kind, warming up to you after a couple of weeks.

sundays become both of your guys' favorite days. price spends the week thinking of your voice and your body while painting walls and sanding down wood. you think of his smile and hands while word vomiting out your customer service lines to customers you wish were him.

getting you in his home, in his bed, was not his plan. or your's either. but when a thunderstorm rolls in, inches of rain falling, price offers to give you a ride home when your manager lets you go home early, knowing you have a shit car that he doesn't trust to get you home safe. he wasn't planning on it, but he can't help but invite you over for dinner. this is the closest he's ever had you and he doesn't want to let you go.

and you say yes, not wanting to go home alone for the night. and desperately wanting to see how far you can go with john. dinner is delicious, just like you expected. he apologizes for not having anything for dessert prepared, and all you can do is quirk your brow and tell him there's something else you can think of for dessert.

this definitely was not his plan. you pushing him on the bed, pawing at his cock. he always imagined it the other way around, him shucking you out of your clothes, gazing up at your soft, little smile. but as he looked down at you, tugging off his belt, your eyes were dark and your smile wicked.

you were moving so fast, tugging his jeans and boxers down before he even knew it. he was hoping something like this would happen with you, but he wasn't prepared, he knew he smelled, he hadn't shaved in weeks. he was embarrassed for the first time in a long time, he had somehow gotten you in his bed and he looked like this.

sweetheart, i should get you first. his voice is almost timid, it makes you wet.

john, you jack his thick cock in your hand, admiring the bead of precum that leaks out. you almost moan at the sight of his heavy, hairy balls before gazing back up at his flushed face. i need this more than you even know.

your hand glides up and down his cock with his precum as you nose along his balls. his skin smells musky with a hint of sweat, just like you had been hoping. you suck a hot, heavy ball into your mouth, laving at the salty skin with your tongue as he groans and twitches above you.

he whimpers as you lick your way up his balls to the base of his shaft, dragging your tongue up to the tip and taking him in your mouth. he was a gentleman, trying his best to contain the canting of his hips, but he couldn't help but jerk up when your hands trailed down his legs and reached around to grope at the fat, meaty globes of his ass. you squeezed the supple flesh, feeling the thick, dark hair under your fingers.

he was a mess, whimpers leaving his mouth, hands clutching at the sheets, not wanting to tug at your hair. no one had ever made him feel like this before, desperate and wanton, at their mercy. he liked it though, liked looking down at your teasing smile wrapped around his cock, trying to milk him of all he has. when you ghost a finger over his dry hole he almost loses it, fuck, sweetheart, i can't, i've never-

you're nodding your head before he even realizes that he didn't even think to say no. his cock pulses cum across your tongue at the thought of you sinking one of your fingers into him.

he feels boneless as you finally pull off of him, giving the tip of his cock a dirty kiss. you crawl into his lap and he barely has the energy to bundle you up in his arms, but he knows he can't let you go. and you use just smile your sweet little smile before giving him a wet kiss.

Sick to my stomach rn imagining Kisame having a flesh toy that just so happens to match your exact skin tone (he was very meticulous picking one out) with a cute pussy, fat ass and tiny asshole he can slip his finger in when he fucks it after a very intense sparring match with you sksk

Just imagine him grunting and slamming his cock in the toy, the poor flesh bulging and squelching with every rough buck of his hips. His teeth bared, groans rugged, sweat clinging to his skin cause he didn't even bother to shower before slapping the fleshy cunt on his throbbing cock, still imagining the way you arched your back against him to twist out of his grip and slam a fist at his side.

And god, it hurts— the bruises you inflicted, the hot blood you ignited. Kisame can't think straight as his balls clap against the sticky silicone that could never mimic the recoil of your ass or the low moan you make when he flipped you into the dirt cause you never gave him the chance to go easy on you.

"ya'like it rough, dontchya?" His chuckle chokes into a deep groan, the sting of your weapon swelling on his bicep, but Kisame’s hips ram into the toy widely. Cock pistoning in and out spilling his pre cum all over the folds of the fake pussy. It sucks him in, wet and loud and maybe just shy of enough when he closes his eyes and envisions your bloodied smile asking him for another round ahh but you've gotten him so hot and achey, he wouldn't be able to handle not pining you into the ground with your back flush against his chest and ass pressed against his pulsing cock.

You're too tempting. Too addictive and rousing and — "Fuck! Fu-ck! Shit! Hit me again, baby. Youre gettin' so strong, darlin. Makin me so hard, fuck!" Kisame shouts. Throwing his head back as he fucks into the toy. Hard and fast and his grip tearing the silicones ass, the blunt tip of his cock protruding against its lil tummy while his jaw throbs from your pretty fist :((

i cant think anymoreee 😭