#lia.thoughts

[stargirlstabber]

imagine piercer!vi, your girlfriend, professionally piercing your intimate area. both, for your, and her pleasure of course. she's especially fond of your hood piercing, nudging it here and there, sometimes 'accidentally' touching you throughout the day. she just can't help herself, not with the adorable sounds that leave your plump lips when she does.

[stargirlstabber]

this is so hakkai coded. like. this is hakkai in animal version.

hakkai: "should- should i kiss you- i- phew i can do that!! omg i did it. tha- *gasp* wooo, lets goo."

you: "uh- oookay...?"

[stargirlstabber]

imagine being afraid of the dark, but her presence comforts you. vi always holds you close to her at night, when the darkness surrounds everything like a cold cloak, in hopes of calming your fear, to stop your thoughts from racing inside your skull. her hands stroke through your hair, her lips connecting to your forehead as she humms a lullaby. vi only allows her own eyes to shut once she's sure you're peacefully sleeping.

[stargirlstabber]

imagine the task force 141 falsely accusing you of being a traitor to the team. knowing your biggest fear, they use it against you. water. water, where your feet can't touch the ground. water you can't see through. at first it started with waterboarding. then slowly but surely they threatened to drop you into the pool. into the dark, deep pool. even john, who was like a father to you before, didn't help you. no. not at all. actually, he was the one who stepped into the water fully clothed, dragging your crying and squirming form with him into the bloodcurling liquid. your tears blended in with it while you we're screaming, practically begging that you were the wrong one. that you'd never do something like that. but they just stood at the edge of the pool, watching their captain almost drowning your terrified self. how would they react, when they get the information that you really weren't the one...?

[stargirlstabber]

imagine könig, the big man he is, slamming his massive dick in and out of you, not caring if it 'doesn't fit'. he will make it fit. he will. he'll manhandle you into various positions, the ones he wants to fuck you in that moment. you'll probably start crying by the time he chases his second release or when he decides to fill both of your tight holes and pushes a dildo or a plug into you. or maybe a vibrator. it really depends on his mood and how good you've been for him. squirming away won't help if he's balls deep into your sloppy cunt, the grip his massive hands have on you holds you like you're a doll to him. which you are.

[stargirlstabber]

imagine simon riley being in love with your thighs. he simply loves them. they're his favorite place to nap on, they're soft like a pillow, here and there the big man leaves bite marks after a good nap. throughout the day, he randomly comes up to you, bending down to press a kiss to your neck, a massive hand squeezing your thighs. he loves them. if you're insecure about them, that will probably destroy his heart. how could you not love such beautiful body parts? especially when he's eating you out, the squeeze of your soft thighs around his head from the pleasure simon's giving you. heavenly. he falls in love with you over and over again.

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imagine alpha!simon riley ruthlessly rutting his strong hips into you from behind. his massive hand pushes your head down as you moan and cry into the pillow, your drool slowly soaking the fabric. and that is not the only thing that's getting soaked. your tight cunt is soaking wet, literally dripping around your alpha's cock, milking him, eager for his knot. as well as the soaked sheets. mostly from your sweet release squirting out of you while simon never once stops pistoning his thick length into you. you just take what your alpha gives you, loosing count of how many times you already came. but don't worry, your alpha keeps track of that, he always counts your releases out loud for you to hear. if your cockdrunk brain can even grasp the information. once he rumbles out a two digit number, you ask yourself how you're even alive with the way he's fucking you.

[stargirlstabber]

imagine looking for your husband and walking through the house for 5 minutes straight without finding a trace of him. not in the bedroom, not in the bathroom, not on the couch, he's not even in the kitchen or in the garden. opening the door full of stickers to your little girl's room, you see her at the small pink table with an even smaller tea set. once you fully open the door, you see him. simon riley. playing tea time with your daughter. you can't help yourself but chuckle when you take in how he looks. colorful ribbons in his hair, a small tutu stretching around his waist and a pink cup filled with imaginary tea in his large hand. -and is that nail polish on his fingers?

'part 2'

[stargirlstabber]

imagine simon riley being obsessed with your pregnant belly. so round and full. and he adores how clingy you are when you're pregnant. your round self is depending on him to tend to you, do stuff that's become difficult for you, and of course to cuddle you. the lovestruck man can't help himself to pump load after load into your swollen pussy, making sure to get you pregnant again once your body fully recovered from giving birth. he just loves seeing you pregnant.

[stargirlstabber]

imagine waking up to a mouth-watering smell. turning around and slowly standing to your feet, you made your bed and walked out of the bedroom, one of your hands stroking over your big round belly, feeling your little girl kick. you follow the scent, finding the source in the kitchen, along with an absolutely adorable and heart-warming sight. your husband, through and through a girl-dad, standing in front of the stove, one hand holding up his young girl to his hip while the other hand was busy making breakfast. and oh how good it smelled. once he noticed you, probably by hearing your pregnant self waddling through the house, simon riley turned around, a smile spreading on his face as he laid his eyes on you, his beautiful and pregnant wife. pregnant with his second little girl. he never wanted to have kids, but with you he couldn't stop the need to have little versions of you and himself running through the house, it made him feel so much love.

[stargirlstabber]

imagine going make-up shopping with simon and he volunteers for being your try-out-canvas. he walks alongside you through the aisles, several marks of lipstick, blush, eyeliner and colorful eyeshadow covering his big rough hand, the other one pushing the cart. and he even encourages you to try out more shades. maybe this one would fit with that color? that would be a nice match, don't you think? lovie, that would look good on you, matches your eyecolor. and oh, he loves eyeshadow with glitter. the way it makes your lids sparkle, simon adores it. the gentle giant gives you all the time in the world and doesn't rush you while you're picking out make-up products. and of course, he pays for everything, what kind of boyfriend would he be of he let his little lovie spend her money. what a lovely gentleman.

[stargirlstabber]

imagine waking up to nanami gently thrusting in and out of you. his hot breath fans over your neck, leaving love filled kisses down your shoulder as he's spooning you. he's quick to shush you when whines and whimpers leave your lips once his big hand trails over your waist and between your legs, slowly rolling your sensitive bundle of nerves between his thick fingers.

[stargirlstabber]

imagine vampire!könig going feral once it's that time of the month. you hate your period, he absolutely loves it. no matter how much you complain about the mess it would make, he does not give a fuck. well, technically, he does, he gives his fuck to you. if it makes you happier, he'd put a towel under you when you're on the bed, or just simply pull you into the bathroom to have his meal there. könig practically sucks the blood out of you, his arms having a strong hold around your thighs. he can't have his sweet dessert crawling away from him, can he? he also read in the internet that orgasms reduce the cramps you always whine about, so it's a win/win for both of you, he can have your sweet blood without having to bite you, and you have less pain.

[stargirlstabber]

imagine john price eating you out like you're his last meal. a strong arm holding your hips down, stopping you from squirming away from the overstimulation, while his other arm holds your legs open for him. you can't do anything but lay there, shaking and whimpering, taking what he's giving you. and he's not planning to stop anytime soon, not with the way your sweet release tastes.

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imagine biker!könig randomly pulling up in your driveway back when you weren't living together, revving his engine to indicate his arrival. as if you didn't hear the beautiful melody of his bike three streets before he got there. using the key you gave him, he invited himself in, laying down his helmet, dropping his bag and hugging you, who came running at the sound of the door unlocking. oh how you loved him. he was perfect. his big frame swirled you around before pressing his lips against yours. oh how he loved you. you were perfect. after a passionate greeting, he crouched down and pulled a spare helmet out of the bag he set to the floor minutes prior. "wanna go for a ride?"

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imagine being john price's little good girl, keeping him happy and helping him out with his needs when he's on deployment. once you find out he has a wife waiting for him at home, you feel bad, regretting the things the two of you did. price reassured you, told you that it's fine but you couldn't help it. after the missions he was needed on came to an end and he went back home to his wife, he took you with him. what you didn't know was that she was involved into everything and that mrs. and mr. price were intending to make you feel the best night of your new life, making you their cute obedient little pet (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)