#tkb drabbles

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Konig finally fucking you for the first time and he didn't realise how tiny you were compared to him until he was slotted between your legs.

His large hands gave your thighs a gentle squeeze as he pushed closer, cock head rubbing against your clit, then he paused. Moving even closer till his hips pressed against your ass and his cock was rested on your stomach. Being able to see how deep he was about be in you made his mind go blank. He was so big. The thick weight of his cock would split you in two.

Konig gasped softly, hips bucking once, twice, before cumming all over your stomach. The thought alone taking over his body until his cum pooled in the dips of your soft skin and dripped down your hips.

You blinked in surprise, raising your head to look down at the mess he had made.

"Wait... seriously?"

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Ghost with a dick so big he gets dizzy when he gets hard too quickly. Send tweet.

i literally think about this so much

Ghost casually told you once that he would get light headed if he got hard while standing up. He was so big that he needed to sit down and take it slow or he would be out of it the whole time. Joked that he had nearly blacked out the first time he got to fuck a pussy.

You latched onto the idea. The thought of this huge man getting dizzy and overwhelmed just because he was a little horny. You wanted to see it happen.

You started groping him. More than usual. Coming up behind him to grope his cock through his fatigues while he was making a tea. Biting your lip when he had to grip the counter to stay steady. He immediately knew what you were doing, but who was he to deny a pretty thing that wanted to touch his cock.

Once you may have taken it a tad too far. Shoving him against the wall as you kissed him through the mask. A knee pressed firmly between his legs. He cursed against your lips as his knees gave out, and you pulled back just in time to watch his eyes roll back as he slumped against you. Leaving you to lug the dead weight of him to the couch. You felt bad, until you glanced down to see his cock still throbbing in his pants.

When Simon came to he whined lowly. Blinking against the light to see you panting above him. Rocking your cunt down on his cock. His hands shook slightly as they found your hips. He still felt dizzy, headache barely held at bay by the pleasure shooting up his spine.

You smiled down at him between moans.

"Hey there, sleeping beauty."

He couldn't respond, only groaning nonsense as he rocked up and filled you with cum. Dropping his head back against the couch while you continued to ride his softening cock.

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"Jesus christ! König stop it's not gonna... oh my god..."

You clutched at the mans broad shoulders. Cunt split open by just the tip of his cock. You said you'd try. You would give it your best effort. But that thing was a monster. It would tear you in two before he even got it all the way in.

König whined, tucking his head into your neck as he rocked the sliver of cock he had fit inside you just a little deeper.

"Schatzi... bitte... please. Just a little more... you are so tight..."

He sounded so needy. You had never heard the man so needy. You would have loved to let him fuck you silly, but it wasn't happening.

Your fingers carded through his hair gently. Shushing his desperate sobs. Running your free hand down his heaving chest to rest on his hip. Stopping him from pushing any further in.

"If you're gentle, and really good for me, you can jerk off like this. You think you can do that, love?"

He nodded, drooling onto your collarbone as he reached down to grip his cock. large hand easily covering what hadn't been shoved in your poor cunt.

It stung, but listening to him whimper like this was worth it. The fat tip of his cock throbbing inside you. His breathing hot and heavy against your chest. Needy lips finding your tits and latching onto your nipple like a life line.

You continued to pet his hair. Breathing through the stretch while he pleased himself. It didn't take long. The vice your cunt had around the tip of his cock was making his brain melt. Only a few eager strokes later and he was jerking forward. Ignoring your pained hiss as he spilled inside you.

"Danke... Danke..."

Before he had the chance to go limp on top of you, a harsh tug to his hair drew his attention.

"You'll clean up for me, won't you, sweet boy? Make me feel good, yeah?"

The dazed way he looked up at you was gorgeous. Eyes wet with tears and glazed over. Lips parted and drooling. Giving you a slow nod before he pulled out and shuffled lower to lap at your poor sensitive cunt.

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Simon who doesn't know how to react when you say you love him. Surely you're joking. Surely you'll laugh in his face if he says it back. All a big joke. So he doesn't. Just grunts in acknowledgement. Going about his day like his heart wasn't racing and he wasn't about to throw up.

But that was alright. You knew what he was like. You would scream it from the roof tops and he would never have to answer. Eventually he'd believe you.

It was years. Years of soft kisses and holding hands. Whispering your love to him and never expecting a reply. You knew he loved you in the way he acted, you could survive not hearing it.

And then he said it. One night curled around your back, nose tucked in the back of your neck. So quiet you almost missed it.

"I love you..."

You couldn't just be subtle, couldn't just let it slide. You had to spin around and face him, taking in his surprised expression. Gorgeous dark eyes wide, face flushed bright red.

"I love you too." Said firmly. Making sure there was no room for argument.

Simon didn't know why he waited so long. The smile you gave him was better than any drug.

Now he said it all the time.

Hugging you in the kitchen and mumbling it into your hair. Leaning back just to see that love struck grin. Shifting closer in a meeting and whispering it in your ear so he could watch you struggle to contain the pure joy.

He'd be watching you through his scope on a mission. Heart so full he couldn't help but smile.

"Bravo 7-1 making contact with Tango 2. You read me?"

He watched you pause by the safety of an abandoned building.

"Affirmative, sir. There a problem?"

His grin spread wider below the mask, keeping a close eye on your expression.

"Love you, soldier."

Your expression lit up. Grinning uncontrollably as you scanned the hills surrounding you to try and find his position. You didn't, he was completely invisible."

"Say again, sir."

"I love you."

You blew a kiss to your mysterious man somewhere in the distance.

"Love you too, sir."

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cw weight gain but its sexy

Simon never went on leave. You could say he was a workaholic. But really he just hated being alone with his thoughts. But all he had was his job. The man had no hobbies. So when he was sent on minimum six months of medical leave, he knew he needed to find something to do before he went insane. And he just picked the first cheap class he could find.

A cooking class. It was kind of nice. Mostly older women. He could tuck himself into the corner of the kitchen and listen to their meaningless chatter. Whose white sauce tasted better, did you see what Betty wore yesterday? Sandra's husband ate the entire casserole she brought home last week! What a menace.

They were all kind to him. At first they gave him odd looks, almost nervous. But very quickly they realised he was harmless. And he found himself actually trying to interact with them. He made Sandra a new casserole. One he knew was too spicy for her husband to handle. Always made sure to compliment Betty's 'interesting' blouses. On more than one occasion he had been asked if he was single. Plenty of the women having older kid that were just his age and 'just perfect for him'. Always tutting with disappointment when he politely refused.

All that to say, by the end of his six months, he had been well fed. More than he ever had been. And because of his injury he hadn't been able to work out nearly as much as he usually did.

"Hey Lt! Good to see you ba- ahh..." You trailed off as he turned. Gaze narrowing in on the soft swell of his stomach. Tight against a shirt that was now much to small for him.

Quickly you cleared your throat. Looking away to compose yourself, only to look back to double check that his tits were as juicy as they were on first glance. He had always been a good looking bloke. But a few extra kilos looked incredible on him.

The worst part was that he didn't even know how incredible he looked. Still huge with obvious muscle, but now much softer around the edges. A delicious muffin top that you just wanted to sink your teeth into. He would tug at his skin tight shirt, the stretched fabric riding up over his new pudgy stomach whenever he lifted his arms even slightly. And he didn't even seem bothered by it. To him it was just another one of his shirts shrunk in the wash. That seemed to be happening a lot lately.

"Jesus christ, Lt!"

Both of your attention was drawn to Johnny as he entered the room. Beelining to Ghost and gripping his hips, fingers digging into the fat like Simon had just brought him a gift.

"You look fuckin' incredible... dove, you seeing this?" He called to you. Looking over and seeing your flustered expression.

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Soap nearly ran into you as you left Price's office. His eyes immediately widening as he took you in. He'd never seen you on base before. And he hoped to god he would see you again.

You must be older than him. By a fair amount too. Nearly twice his age perhaps. That alone brought a flush to his cheeks. And when you glanced up at him, giving the man a polite smile before you moved around him, he throbbed. Those smile lines made him want to make you grin. Laugh until he could see each and every wrinkle on your face. A testament to your maturity.

Soap turned to watch you walk away. Gaze raking lower. Tugging his lip between his teeth at the sway of your hips. Covered in a healthy layer of fat. Well and truly a woman in every sense of the word. He was already getting hard imagining running his hands over every inch of skin hidden below your clothing.

When you finally turned the corner and left his view he whistled low. Adjusting himself in his pants as he stepped into John's office.

"Who's the milf?"

Finally he met the captain's eyes. Glowering at him worse than he'd ever seen before.

"My fuckin' wife."

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Every time Simon fucks you, without fail, he pulls out his shitty little burner phone. It looks like a toy in his huge hands. Angling the cheap plastic down at your blissed out face.

He'll film you in every position. Making sure to capture each and every thrust. Getting dangerously close just thinking about watching the video back later.

You don't even notice he's filming you most of the time. Too focused on the delicious slide of his cock. Filling you so completely.

When he's deployed for months at a time he always makes time to pull out his burner. Tugging at his cock while he watches your body writhe on the grainy little screen. Your moans don't sound nearly as sweet through the tinny speakers, but something about that excites him.

You deserve so much better. Not even professional cameras could capture your full beauty. But this is all he can give.

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Simon refused to fuck you. And it was driving you mad. He'd eat you out for hours on end, sometimes tease you with his fingers, never more than two. But he had yet to stick his dick in you. Insisting he didn't want to hurt you. You'd seen his cock, it was definitely big. But you could take it.

You always wound up begging for him to fill you. Trying to tug this brick wall of a man closer just to get his cock into you. And he would always refuse.

Finally, after he pulled four orgasms out of you with his tongue alone you broke. Sobbing as you writhed with pleasure.

"Si please... I just need you so bad. I don't care if it hurts. I just want you... more than anything."

If there weren't tears in your eyes you might have seen his mean grin. Smug as he crawled up your body to kiss you tear streaked cheeks.

"You sure, sweetie? Even if it hurts?"

You nodded, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand as he settled between your legs. Tugging you closer till the head of his cock nudged against your entrance.

"Ok deep breath..."

The regret was immediate. He was far too big. Stretching your cunt far too much. The pain made you arch and shake your head. Clawing at the sheets to get away from him. With a low growl he gripped your hips and dragged you back. Thrusting into you in one soul wrenching thrust that had you nearly screaming.

"Nuh uh. You said you wanted this, love. No backing out now."

You wailed in pain as he started to thrust. The loving, gentle Simon you knew and loved was gone. This man was a beast with a mission. Chasing his orgasm with no care how he was destroying your poor cunt. He buried his face into your shoulder and groaned.

"Fuck... this cunt's mine. This cunt has always been mine."