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🐰would like this.

imagine obsessed!könig keeping his darling, you, all to himself and away from everyone else. he keeps you locked up in a cage, stripped of any clothing as you sit behind the metal bars. the cage is under a bed in his basement, the 'play room' as he calls it. the thick leash attached to the collar around your throat makes it easy for him to pull you out of the cage that provides you a little comfort with the blanket and a pillow, no matter how much you struggle against the strong force. he's just so much bigger and stronger than you, his little plaything. könig loves to test out how far he can push you, how many orgasms he can force out of you until you pass out, how thick the dildo is he can push in till you go limp on the mattress or your hole starts to bleed. or how long you can stay awake without breathing as his massive hand covers your mouth and nose while his thick cock pounds in and out of your weeping pussy.

[s]creams.

simon riley wearing jeans, it's just a simple pair of blue, nothing particularly new in his wardrobe, the knees slightly washed off from the countless amounts of being dirtied up, scraped and then washed up, but the way he looks in them makes you unsettled, fidgeting without tearing your dancing gaze off his brawny body.

meaty thighs hugged tightly by the fabric, growing more loose at his calfs, but holding securely at his wide hips and round ass, your eyes tracing every dip and twitch of his muscles beneath the fabric, and simon knows you're looking, sees the way your legs clench together sweetly, there's no doubt that you're soaked wet by just looking at your man, digging with your fingers in your knee caps.

that's how simon makes you hump his thigh, rocking your hips in desperate circles and messy jerks while you rub your dripping pussy raw against his jeans, a teared hole at the gusset of your soaked, cotton panties, as you wet the outline of his chubbed cock beneath the harsh fabric with glistening strings of pooling slick, his girth swollen and throbbing with leaking precum, but he's too focused on making you soak his pants.

fingers splayed on your hips, helping you rock forward, canting them for better pleasure as you spill keening moans from your slack lips, pebbled clit dragging just right across his tensed, clothed muscles, and you hiccup, chasing the feeling through the spasms in your trembling thighs and liquid heat across your tummy that makes your toes curl, as simon purrs in your ear about what a sight you are.

main masterlist. quidelines.

SIMON RILEY HEADCANONS! Husband!Simon: Not letting you make tea for him anymore since the last time you did you made his cup of tea in the microwave.. Husband!Simon: Overjoyed when you tell him you're pregnant the next day after having sex. (He secretly ripped the condom on purpose so you can't leave him 🤭) [fem!reader] Husband!Simon: Bending you over his desk when his missus/mister (you) bring him his lunch in a cute hello kitty wrapping <3 [anygender!reader] Husband!Simon: Forbidding you from cooking since you burned your precious hand on the new gas stove :( [anygender!reader] Husband!Simon: Comes home from a mission at midnight and dips the bed when he sits down freaking you out. Not even 20 seconds later he's spooning you, apologizing and kissing you profusely. <3 [anygender!reader]

I GIGGLED

Captain John Price, big, important, burly man - intimidating, strong, ruthless...

But imagine him sneezing in a briefing and throwing his back out. Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Kate all staring at him as he freezes, one hand on the table, hunched over, a pained groan rumbling from his chest.

"Did y' jus' throw your fuckin' back out, sir?" Ghost says.

"Christ, yer missus' not gon be happy 'bout tha', sir." Soap comments.

"Shut your bloody mouth 'n get me a chair."

Need. Now. WAITTT I MIGHT WRITE GOTH!READER X VIRGIN!KÖNIG. OH MY GOD CHAT HAVE I COOKED?

omg I’m thinking abt virgin!konig who literally starts drooling when you let him fuck you for the first time.

18+ minors dni or I’ll be so mad w u

he’s letting out a constant steam of moans, mouth dropped open as his eyes roll back and his hips pump into you brutally, kinda forgetting to check you’re alright beneath him as he ruts away like an animal in heat, relentlessly chasing his pleasure. your head is thrown back into the pillow, just soaking in the feeling of his fat cock finally finally bullying its way into your dripping hole, when you feel something on your chest, something a bit wet, warm and-he’s literally fucking drooling, head tipped back a little above you, spit dripping from his lip onto your tits as he goes cross eyed at the feeling of your slick pussy. he hears when you huff out a small laugh, blinking hazily and looking down to see, before realising what a good fucking idea it is and latching onto one of your nipples, pressing his palms up against your back to tilt your chest into his waiting mouth, force you harder into his face like he needs so badly.

the next day he can’t even speak. he’s so dumb. your pussy literally broke him he doesn’t know how to act, it’s honestly all he can think about. he gets so pussy drunk from fucking anything, just thinking about how you felt is enough to make his eyes glaze over, remembering how you clenched around him makes him stutter over his sentences and forget whatever he was saying. he can’t get enough of it, promising he’ll be gentle and slow and restrain himself-and then he immediately gets lost in it, rutting and humping away, hips snapping with no control and hardly any rhythm just desperate to get as far inside you as he can-

Y'all i came.

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a little fun fact.. an octopus have blue blood!