Can I Talk About The Way My Jaw Fucking Dropped?

Can i talk about the way my jaw fucking dropped?

size difference with könig and virgin!reader

he knew it was going to hurt; any man the size of him would reflect that under his belt. any woman, no matter the body count, would be in for it during a night with a brute like him.

but when you came along, doe-eyed and so much smaller than him, something stirred on the bottom of his abdomen. behind the zipper of his jeans, his cock chubbed up at first glance.

he was already huge enough to see the outline of his bulge through his jeans, or whatever cargos, he wore, but his growing erection made it that much more obvious.

he had never been one to notice before, but with you, he couldn't help it. the way he dwarfed you as you stood by his side, your (much) smaller hand completely engulfed by his giant one.

despite the size difference, he was gentle—as gentle as he could be. a brute as big as him with a tiny doll like you—like porcelain, you were going to break. and he was going to be the one to break you.

he ruts his hips against yours, his bulbous tip collecting your slick along his cock. a whimper, or mewl, escaping your throat whenever he grazes your clit. his breathing is heavy, muttered curses and phrases in german under his breath.

"so eine hübsche muschi, nur für mich..." his voice is hushed and low, as if he's talking to himself about how heavenly your puffy lips are against his girthy cock.

he keeps a large hand around the base of his girthy dick, the other planted on the bed, just above your hip as he steadies himself. the bed is dipping heavily with the focused weight.

he finds himself growing impossibly harder at the sounds of your strained squeaks, watching the sweat bead down the side of your face before his eyes find where his cock lays heavy against your sopping cunt.

your thighs slick with arousal and previous climaxes as he had worked you open on his tongue and fingers, his skin glistening under the light. your juices painted his chin, his fingers pruned from being buried deep in your sensitive pussy, desperately swallowed by your spongy walls.

he hummed lowly, almost a groan as his hand around his girthy base slapped his cock against your slick labia, the head of his cock beating against your swollen, hypersensitive clit he'd been toying with all night.

"diese muschi gehört mir, nicht wahr? hmm...?" you knew not what he said, but his tone was smug, cocky as he gave your cunt a few more slaps with his dick, humping his length between your folds.

you were squirming under him, not even fucked by his huge cock yet, and you were already on the brink of overstimulation, teetering along the lines of being too much. but it was just right.

his hand propped on the bed found your waist, stilling you as his hips halted, dragging his tip down your pussy to your leaking slit. evidence of previous orgasms spilled from your hole, "shhh, sei still, mein schatz..." he cooed, a callouses thumb tracing along the soft, supple skin of your waist before digging his fingers into your flesh.

he needed self control as he lined his cock with your hole, teasing along the folds before beginning to split you in half. whimpers falling from your lips at the mere task of just fitting the tip past your entrance.

he groaned loudly at the way your pussy welcomed him, swallowing his bulbous head with a squelch and a tight pulse as he stretched you open. the previous rounds of his finger and tongue doing nothing to aid the sheer stretch of your cunt around his dick.

it hurt like hell as he inched his cock deeper, reveling in the way your face contorted, strangled cries leaving your lips as tears pricked your eyes. your face flushing pink as salty trails glistened down your heated cheeks.

it was like you were practically impaling yourself on his thick, meaty cock. your body being split down the middle to accommodate for such space he took up in your cunt, your spongy walls clamping tightly around his dick.

"Scheiße, schatz...du bist so eng..." he cursed, his hand around his girth retracting to his hip.

he watched as his cock sunk deeper past your puffy lips, the way your pussy swallowed him with a sickening, lewd squelch that made his eyes flutter shut. his hips bucked, followed by curses as he couldn't help himself from rocking his hips. speeding up to a comfortable pace.

the skin of your backside quickly flushed red as his pace became more and more relentless—he had told you before he wasn't good with virgins. you assured him you could handle it, and he promised he would try to be gentle. key word, try.

well, he had tried, and failed as his hips desperately rut into your heavenly, slick pussy with lewd sounds of your skin coming together rapidly. his full, heavy balls slapping against your backside with each time his hips pounded into your cunt.

he was a lost cause, muttering incoherent phrases of half-german, half-english. most of what you could pick out was praises to your pussy, how you were made to fit his cock in your tight hole—though you were too cock-drunk, babbling nonsense into moans under him to hear a word he said.

"verdammt, deine muschi ist der himmel, kleines mäuschen..." he praised in a coo, his body now leaning to cover yours, his heavy weight pressing your back further into the mattress, "so verdammt eng und nass..."

his hand on your waist slid down to your stomach, he swore he could feel the skin warp under his calloused prints as his bulbous tip slammed your cervix.

when his eyes finally left where your two body conjoined, up to your pretty face where tears streamed down your cheeks, disheveled hair splayed across the pillow behind your head and matted to your forehead. his eyes fluttered shut as his dick twitched and throbbed against your spongy walls.

your pained cries turned to whimpers and hiccuped moans, hands clawing at his back to pull him impossibly closer in a desperate attempt to feel him deeper.

it wasn't long until you felt another warmth building in your lower abdomen, familiar in feel to the previous, but so much more hammering as it built, and built, and built.

könig could feel how you sunk your nails into his back, as if you feared he would deny you the ecstasy of release. he felt the way your cunt clamped around him, pulsing in sync with your heartbeat—his too.

his hips faltered—he had never finished this quick, but then again, your pussy was like a fucking drug, and he was an addict.

"das ist es...that's it, mauschen..." he whispered breatlhessly into your ear, his heavy, warm breath against your skin as he waited for your release to boil over with his.

he moaned loudly against your sweat, sticky skin, uttering more praises under his breath as he felt his cock twitch. he watched the way your jaw went slack, how your body shuddered under him before going limp, boneless under his weight.

a shuddered breath slipped past his lips as he came deep in your pussy, painting your walls a creamy, thick white as he filled you. his eyes fell back to your pussy, watching as he's milked dry of every last bit of his pearly, white cum.

he rubbed a rough thumb over your clit, watching you flinch and squirm from the sensitivity as he kept an eye on how his gooey release oozed from your hole, despite the fact his cock was still plugged inside of you.

he hummed lowly in appreciation as he took two fingers to spread the thick substance to coat your folds.

fuck, maus, you were ruined for anyone else now, guess you're stuck with him.

please i'm strokin' it. JERKING IT. WHIMPERING. CUMMING. OVERSTIMULATING AND SLAPPING MY DICK.

something something the squad blindfolding you for that typical sex game that is popular right now which is: they’ll fuck you and you have to guess which cock is whose, and they’ll only stop when you finally get all four of them right.

you thought it was going to be easy—you’re all so familiar with each other’s bodies, both because of missions but also because of the way you all paw at each other, trying to smother the nightmares through sex, but then they’re fucking you in the dark and you can’t glean who it is.

not just because you’re blindfolded, but you’re also bound to deter you from cheating. and the pleasure is also just too much that you don’t have the ability to feel every different ridge or curl of their cocks or how the bulbed head feels different—johnny’s the only one cut between all of them, and even then you don’t know which one is his.

you’re crying by the end of it, exhausted and spent, but another cock is fucking into you, and then john’s voice croons from somewhere behind you, “c’mon pretty bird. we don’t have all night.”

the game continues on or something something.

SOMEONE PING ME WHEN THIS COMES OUT!

something something... ghost being unable to cook to save his life so he chooses to frequent at a beat up broke down poor ass canteen with cheap meals where reader prepares and delivers the dishes.. so he offers her a job as a private chef in his own house and she agrees because he pays her money like he sleeps on it.... and then he actually invites the lads over for a sunday roast made by his missus.... oh, she doesn't like it when he calls her that? well it's too bad, he already got her evicted from her previous place and fired from the bar she was working in so she can do longer shifts.. he also might have fucked her raw once or twice while she was "working", what's the difference? he already has her saved as wife in the contacts soo....

i think im going to write this lol wish me luck

FAE RESTRAIN ME BEFORE I GO FERAL.

nsfw:

more simon corrupting religious reader thoughts.

simon, who likes to pick you up from church. your pretty smile turning into a bitten lip, your cheeks heat up as the guilt of what his figure means to you makes your heart race.

simon, who talks to your friends and pastor. his hand never leaving your waist, his big frame making you look so tiny. your legs squeeze against eachother as his hand starts to rub circles on your hip.

simon, who cant wait to take you home. he just drives to a secluded area. making you strip on the back of his black truck.

simon, who bends you over his lap, punishing you for being so dirty. poor thing just got out of church and is soaking wet on a big mans lap);

simon, who mocks you and pounds into ylu even harder when he hears a little 'oh god~' come out of your mouth.

simon, who has your eyes filled with tears as he is fucking into you, your faces smashed into the window, where you could see the side of your church, big cross standing tall above it.

simon, who knows that all you need is him. his big arms around your body comforting you.

"shhh, i know love, i know. don't cry, im here..."

P! LINKSSS

hi more chip and Simon related porn links for the girlies who enjoy them!

1. Now now now….if Simon and chip were an item when it was Christmas time and they took that little trip up to Simon’s mother’s place, let’s face it; they’d be horny little fuckers. No disrespect to mommy Riley, but they would be christening that bedroom. But, probably out of shame and respect, they would have to keep quiet, or at least, try.

https://x.com/64ccount/status/1821280153026388382?s=46&t=Z5vzD1xgw3Rer9-Uz3965A

2. Chip, after some time, would before more comfortable with sex. And with that comes her want to please Simon…

https://x.com/mommyraini/status/1735057669352731123?s=46&t=Z5vzD1xgw3Rer9-Uz3965A

3. Sometimes when chips a little tipsy, and Simon’s a little tired, and chip keeps pawing at Simon, begging for anything—ANYTHING—sexual, this is what he grants her

https://x.com/suki_r/status/1804230807718105219?s=46&t=Z5vzD1xgw3Rer9-Uz3965A

4. Simon begs chip to sit on his face. Once they reach their point of shamelessness during sex, and chip finally in up to it, Simon’s eating her out like it’s his last time ever getting a taste of her

https://x.com/narcissistfein/status/1798173645807960343?s=46&t=Z5vzD1xgw3Rer9-Uz3965A

5. Chip, at some point, will probably feel like a burden when they have sex, because Simon will be the biggest softy, and when she finally reassures him that she wants him to be a little rough, he will be saying shit just. Like. This.

https://x.com/lovesickmaki/status/1783295158575939800?s=46&t=Z5vzD1xgw3Rer9-Uz3965A

6. Unrelated but Simon has this shirt. Chip got it for him for Christmas💞💞

https://x.com/thirstypeoples/status/1791671472651432181?s=46&t=Z5vzD1xgw3Rer9-Uz3965A

you guys asked and p!link anon has given.

the hand over the mouth hello???

god that shit gets me going. i feel like it's extra funny because i imagine Chip would be pretty quiet anyway, Simon's just doing it for funsies lmao.

THE WAY HE HAS TO PUSH HER OFF

like he got overstimulated but she's like, ): i want more?? hello?? maybe when Chip gets a little too enthusiastic haha

she'd be so whiny like that's all she gets? she'd be upset then pass out lmao

unrelated the freckles/moles on her stomach are super cute lmao

HELLO????? "let me know when you need a break" you cheeky fucking bastard???? i love it???

LMAO only because Row made her do it though i feel like she'd die of embarrassment and she would NOT allow him to wear it in public either.

need.

18+ mdni

Head filled with sitting at Ghost's feet in pretty lingerie and a vibe between your thighs, your hands bound behind your back with ribbon and your mouth stuffed with his cock as he casually plays poker with the rest of the guys as one hand keeps a firm hold on your head. They try to ignore the way Ghost's pet looks and sounds but their cocks are chubbed up in their trousers, leaking precum on their thighs at the sight, and they can't do anything but listen to the slurping sounds and whimpers as you're forced to warm his cock with that pretty mouth of yours.