WHAT DOES KNOTTED MEAN

WHAT DOES KNOTTED MEAN

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beast simon preparing you for days so you can take in his knot. he clicks his tongue when you get whiny and desperate, and grabs you by your jaw because you’re not being obedient; because you insist that you can take all of him already when he can barely fit four of his fingers in you. you always end up squirming, legs shutting close as you cum, splintered moans scratching from your ragged throat. but you’re too overstimulated already, so wrung dry, and you feel like your cunt’s been stretched out enough. you say this to simon and all he does is pull your face close to his, his gaze intense, before grunting out, “next time i hear y’whine, my knot’s goin’ down y’r throat instead.” that shouldn’t have made you wetter than you are already—

simon having to stuff his mask in your mouth when he’s eating you out because you’re so loud, it might wake up the rest of the squad :((

(oh but they are awake—callused hands fisting their own cocks, thumbs pressing down on their leaking slits. the new sounds of your muffled and gargled voice just makes them buck harder, and they bite down on their lips to smother the curses.

simon knows they’re awake—even you do—but there is something so maddening at the pretence. at the way simon’s bulk and his strength and his touch manhandles you, fills you, overpowers you.)

YES YES YES YES YES YES @tojisun PLEASE MAKE A PART 2 (feel free to ignore Schatz <3)

price making you and gaz kiss in front of him because he said nothing makes him cum more than seeing his pretty dolls love each other too. he watches raptly, devouring the sight you two make as he smokes.

he barks at gaz when gaz's hands stray any closer to your crotch, and he clicks his tongue when you get too whiny. you and gaz tremble in your mutual desperation, wanting to do more, to feel more, but are always stopped by price.

the building agitation that you and gaz feel finally makes price sigh, his puff thick with the cloud from his cigarette.

"so impatient," he tuts before leaning to the table to kill his stick, while his other hand begins to fiddle with the zipper of his pants, dragging it down. "come on then, maybe you'll be good f'me like this, at least."

you and gaz kiss over his cock :(

- (ramble)

RUGBY PT.3

𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

P!rn Link when? 😏😏😏

NAHH bc subby könig is so brain rot material like, instead of reader being free use for him, it is HE that is free use for READER. like yes whine and whimper all you want big subby man, I’m in control now. you do as I want and maybe I’ll let you use your hands.

(I started typing more but cut myself off) 💀

cw afab!f!reader, sub!könig

something about a seven foot giant and seasoned mercenary turning absolutely pathetic and desperate when it comes to you and your cunt. completely at your beck and call, willing to do whatever you ask.

riding könig to the point of overstimulation until he’s producing nothing but whines and pained, guttural pleads. for what? he doesn’t even know, too pussy-drunk and overwhelmed to think straight, brain fuzzy at the tight, wet feeling engulfing his dick. tears pool in his eyes as he watches your hips gyrate incessantly on his lap, the feeling of being fully seethed inside of you too much for him, while you ride his sensitive, large cock like he’s nothing more than one of your plastic toys. you have no regard for his feelings as you chase your own pleasure, puffy clit rubbing against his solid stomach, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body while his thick dick penetrates your spongy g-spot.

he’s transfixed and nearly drooling, eyes honed in on your breasts bouncing, head thrown back while you use him to get off. his greedy hands itch to feel your soft body, but all of his attempts get them smacked out of the way instantly, along with threats to tie them down — or even, god forbid, stopping altogether, leaving him achingly hard with no release. you’re so small in comparison, it would be so easy for him to take control of the situation, reverse the roles and fuck you on his cock like every instinct in his body is urging him to, but he doesn’t. he wants to be good for you, make you feel good. the dichotomy only adds to his frustration until he’s all flushed red and sweaty, begging to feel your cunt cream all over him, for you to prove that he is your good boy.