#lia.thoughts

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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]

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 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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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 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)

[stargirlstabber]

imagine sitting on nanami's lap in his office, back to his bulky chest as your legs hooked over his muscular thighs. his strong arm around your waist to make sure you wouldn't squirm away from him as his veiny hand repeatedly slapped your drooling cunt. shouldn't have let other men look at what's his, walking around in a short skirt and your tits practically spilling out...

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imagine könig sneaking his hand beneath the waistband of your shorts while you're chilling on the couch, watching a movie. könig had you seated between his long muscular thighs, your back leaning against his chest when your attention switched from the screen to him. his big hand slips under your panties, rough fingers ghosting over your pussy. a chuckle left his lips as he felt how wet you were, practically dripping. a single, thick finger easily sliding inside your warmth, his thumb finding it's way to your sensitive bundle of nerves and drawing tight circles on it. once another thick finger slipped inside, his movements on your clit not stopping, only intensifying as könig hears your breaths quicken and moans escape your soft lips.

[stargirlstabber]

imagine nanami fucking you in front of a mirror. face down ass up till he forces you to look at the mirror, his veiny hand gripping your hair tightly, his other hand wiping your smudged mascara which was running down your face. "eyes open. keep them on the mirror, baby. i want you to watch me take you apart."

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imagine john price laying you on top of his office table after a long day of dealing with paperwork, shoving his fingers knuckle deep in your cunt to release the built up stress. don't even try to squirm away from him from overstimulation, he'll just pull you back and continue pounding you with his fingers as long as he pleases.

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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?"