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[uglylittlelamb]

daryl dixon as your loser boyfriend （´∇｀''）

಄ daryl lets you hold onto him, but doesn’t really hold you back. at least, not for the first few months. he’s stiff and awkward, just letting you cling to him as long as you need.

಄ refuses to ask for advice in how to show affection, so he ends up making a fool of himself regularly. once gave you a bloody squirrel as a gift. “dinner,” he’d said, holding it up as it dripped onto the wood floor.

಄ poor thing can’t handle your flirting. never knows what to say back after you call him handsome, or compliment on how ‘yummy’ his arms look. he just grunts, waves it off, but his stomach’s in knots.

಄ when daryl does something romantic, you’re blushing and giggling, but your reaction makes him groan and take it back. a grumble of “oh my god” after you call him a romantic. “i take it back.”

಄ but he is romantic, just not in the traditional sense. he’ll make sure you’re fed before even thinking to feed himself. he’ll move like a guard dog at the first hint of danger. and yeah, on an occasion, he’ll hum you to sleep, kiss your forehead, or squeeze your hand. just don’t acknowledge it, or he’ll probably stop.

಄ really a german shepherd as a man.

಄ you want him to have nicknames for you, but he rarely even refers to you by your name. or at all, really. you should know when he’s talking to you. doesn’t quite get it when you ask him to, saying “why would you wan’ be called a bunny? y’ain’t prey.” oh, if he only knew…

಄ you know he doesn’t do well with emotions, so you often insist that you’re okay when you’re not. you tell him it’s okay to leave you to self soothe, but daryl wants to learn how to help. he starts small, just sitting nearby while you cry. maybe he rubs your shoulders, or strokes your hair. he doesn’t offer words.

಄ reluctantly indulges your late night ramblings, even as he rolls his eyes or groans, “go to bed.”

಄ always asks permission before going further in any sexual situation, even if you’ve said yes a million times.

಄ gets shy when he’s horny. poor puppy doesn’t know how to ask, but he desperately wants to sink into you. usually, his arms come up behind you, and he softly grinds against your backside. you’ll tease him about being needy, to which he’ll grumble “shut up” in response.

಄ refuses to stop until you’re satisfied. even if he’s shooting blanks, sore, near tears, he won’t let up until he knows you’ve had your fill.

buy me coffee? (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵)

[uglylittlelamb]

working on headcanons 4 u guys. still working on jerk off pt 3. i love u. thanks for ur patience.

[canibawhore]

𓄧 ␥ ⋆ boyfriend daryl dixon who メ␥

ꉂ . ␥

𓄧. makes sure you’re always safe and sound, checking you after every run or fight for walker bites, or any other injuries

𓄧. メ shares his food with you even when you tell him he really doesn’t have to

𓄧. doesn’t let you smoke his cigarettes “ ‘cause they’re bad for ya”

𓄧. メ lets you braid a little sections of his hair when you’re whining about how bored you are and how long his hair has gotten

𓄧. loves it when you hold his waist and rest your forehead against his back when you’re sitting behind him on his motorcycle

𓄧. メ makes you feel safe even in an apocalypse

[officergrimesloml]

being friends with me means i get right to the point. what i mean is: hi, nice to meet you! i want to be fucked raw and dumb by rick grimes. which fictional character do you obsess over?

[uglylittlelamb]

i love you sm

[officergrimesloml]

𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

pairing: daryl dixon x gn!reader word count: 3.1k summary: while chatting with carol one morning, you admit how you used to set your friends up on dates before the world went to shit. daryl happens to enter the conversation at the perfect time. warnings: coarse language, implication of family loss, small age gap (5-7 years), daryl being both a jerk and cutie patootie at the same time a/n: dividers by @designlikenonsense <3 reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! also sorry this is like mostly proofread but not 100% lol

Doing laundry before the fall of society was tedious enough. Had you known that after this deadly virus you would have to do the chore by hand, you would have been a little more appreciative of the washing machine in your house. Until further notice, you would have to keep up with the pruned fingers and achy arms. It’s annoying, but at least you have pleasant company to pass the time.

The sun beats down on both you and Carol in the prison yard. Laundry had been washed earlier that morning and hung to dry on a makeshift clothesline near the garden. Wafts of lavender detergent drift through the air as you begin the task of carefully taking down each article of clothing. While in the middle of folding, Carol began making comments about how much she missed electricity. That little comment ended up creating a whole conversation about what life was like before all this. How quickly the things everyone took for granted were snatched away. At the very least, there were memories to dwell on in the meantime and many more to create in this new world.

Carol bends over to set a pair of jeans into a laundry basket. Her soft eyes squint in the harsh sunrays. She continues complaining about what she misses the most from before this shitshow.

“I miss being able to order pizza on a Friday night, when I could just curl up on my couch and watch a movie,” she explains, amusement playing in the corners of her mouth just at the mere thought. “It was especially fun when Sophia would pick the movie. She always had a knack for choosing something hilarious.”

Glancing back at her, you nod along, “Yeah, my siblings always picked the movie. I never had a choice.”

“Oh,” her head cocking to the side, “you had siblings?”

“Yeah, a couple. I don’t talk about them much since, well, ya know,” your words trail off, but you try to stay positive nonetheless, “sometimes it felt like I had a third sibling. My sister’s boyfriend was so close to our family over the years.”

Carol steps towards the other end of the clothesline to begin taking down pairs of socks. With the distance closer than before, she takes an opportunity to further the conversation into more personal territory. Not that you mind; the two of you had been close since the quarry, but never had much of a chance to talk about your past life.

“How long did your sister and her boyfriend date?” she asks, shoving a clothespin in her mouth for a moment to pile more socks into the basket.

“Almost five years. I’m pretty sure they were going to get married one day,” you grin thoughtfully. Carol mirrors you and smiles, causing your chest to erupt with warmth.

“That’s sweet,” she replies, “were you dating anyone before? I don’t think I’ve ever asked.”

Your fingers reach towards a pair of drying athletic shorts. They’re warm to the touch under the heat of the sun, but you feel like your cheeks might be hotter. You briefly tense your shoulders, but force yourself to relax them just as quickly. The question didn’t bother you, but you felt a bit embarrassed at your lack of dating history.

Moments later, you sheepishly giggle while telling her, “Not really. I had some flings that would last a few months, then dissipate into nothing a while later. I think I had more luck setting up my friends than I did with myself.”

She hums quietly, leaning down to pick up the basket from its spot in the grass. Just as Carol comes back up, she spots a familiar figure walking across the yard.

Daryl’s arms swing back and forth with each step, his eyes set on you the closer he gets. Carol can’t help the little chuckle that slips when she speaks. “Ha, maybe you would have some luck trying to get this guy with someone.”

“Who?” you ask, then glance at the only other person at the prison who probably has just as little dating experience as you.

Daryl’s eyes flicker to Carol the moment he approaches the clothesline. He clears his throat and tells her, “Rick wants ya. Somethin’ about an upcomin’ run.”

The intimate conversation comes to an end. Carol almost hesitates to leave at first, perhaps wanting to tease Daryl some more, but she opts to bite her tongue instead and wanders off with a quick wave. Even if she didn’t mention anything else, she had said enough from before that captured his attention.

“What was she sayin’ ‘bout me?” he asks without hesitation.

“Oh, ya know, the usual,” you joke, angling yourself to lay a pair of leggings in the basket you hauled outside, “that you’re a total chick magnet and you c-”

“The fuck? She didn’t say that,” Daryl calls your bluff, clearly not enjoying the sarcastic jab to his name. Well, not that he cared much for the reputation he was creating here at the prison, but why was it any of your and Carol’s business?

You roll your eyes and laugh. “No, she didn’t actually say that.”

A few seconds of silence pass.

Then, “So?”

“So what?”

“The hell were y’all sayin’ ‘bout me?” he quips again.

At this point, you’re genuinely shocked he’s still pressing. You decide honesty is probably best just to get him to calm down, otherwise he’ll continue to throw his little temper tantrum. Not that he’d call it that, but that’s what it’s conjuring up to be. Keeping your focus on the laundry, you continue, “Well, I was talking to Carol about how before all this I would set my friends up on dates. I was pretty good at it, too. She told me maybe I’d have luck trying to get you with someone.”

Daryl doesn’t laugh.

You turn your body towards him to catch him staring intently. The obvious annoyance that was previously in his system has now subsided. Instead, he looks…embarrassed? He crosses his arms, lips pressed into a thin line. While rolling his shoulders back, Daryl scoffs, “That’s stupid.”

“Yeah, I- wait, which part? When I said I used to set up my friends, or when Carol said I could set you up with someone?”

He snaps back, “Both.”

You scoff back at him, stepping towards the man to poke him in the side. “C’mon, you’ve been in my position at least once before, right? You ever played wingman for one of your buddies?”

“Nah, can’t say I have,” he shrugs, absentmindedly stepping backwards to avoid further physical contact. You choose to ignore it.

“Oh, I see,” you smirk, meeting his gaze without any waver, “you were the one your friends set you up with some fancy lady. Right?”

The moment you make the suggestion, eye contact is broken. Daryl scratches his chin, causing you to briefly stare at his large hands before getting pulled back into reality. “Neither. Didn’t care for tha’ shit.”

His admission is shocking, to say the least. Daryl was a handful of years older than you. Not that you wanted to label him as old, but you were confident that he had at least some form of experience due to his age. Perhaps only slightly more experience than you, if anything. Any time you had joked in the past that he had never been with anyone was nothing more than that, a joke.

Now you begin to wonder just how much truth there is to those little banters you’ve shared with Maggie and Glenn.

“Why not?” you ask, setting the last article of clothing in the basket. You pick it up, but make no initiative to walk away. It was obvious your full attention was on Daryl. Yes, you were being very nosey, but surely he didn’t mind. If he did, he would have walked away by now.

“Tha’ was never my thing, ya know.” he explains carelessly.

After a brief pause, you ask, “Well, what do you think of it now?”

“Wha’ do ya’ mean?”

“You know, like, being in a relationship in general. The world has gone to shit, there isn't much else to do, so why not?”

Daryl narrows his eyes, but all you do in return is stare back at him awaiting a response. However, he doesn’t budge; not even an inch. After many long seconds, you realize he simply was refusing to answer your question. The sudden boost of confidence during an attempt to get him to open up slowly depletes. You glance down at the basket full of folded laundry due to the awkwardness. Daryl absentmindedly scratches the top of his head, clearing his throat a little. After waiting what feels like years for any sort of reply, you huff under your breath and begin the trek back to the cell block to put away clothes. It only takes a couple steps for Daryl to fall in line with you.

Small mushroom caps squish beneath your worn shoes, a sign that spring was ending and summer was on its way. The damp moisture that hangs heavy in the air was another indication that the hotter season was about to begin. Subconsciously, you rest the laundry basket on your hip for just a moment to brush away beads of sweat against your forehead. Maybe you missed air conditioning just a little more than your old washing machine. At least that way you would have been cooled off while washing these items by hand.

You barely last a few more steps through the field before Daryl reaches out and takes the basket from your grasp, carrying it in his worn hands like the task was always meant for him in the first place. You mutter a small, ‘thank you’, and continue to walk in silence. Right as the two of you hit the pavement, he finally opens up. “Never cared ‘bout that shit before, why care now?”

“I guess it’s just weird to me that it’s pretty much the end of society and you have no interest in…well, I don’t know, forget it,” you shrug, trying to drop the conversation that was clearly going nowhere.

“The hell you implyin’?” he snaps, stopping completely in front of you. That snarky look on his face makes you bite your bottom lip for only a moment.

With crossed arms, you look around the prison yard. A mix of strangers and people you practically consider family mingle about the occupied space. Despite the Governor’s efforts to destroy this safehaven, life grew here. Not only that, but hope as well. With that in mind, you explain your thought process. “Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. Nothing is anymore. While I was talking with Carol earlier I realized, why not have someone at my side? Explore my options.”

“Pft,” he scoffs, “not many options for ya to begin with.”

You scowl, “Easy for you to say. There’s, like, loads of women here. I bet you’d find someone faster than me.”

“Waste of time,” he says, beginning to walk back towards the prison, still holding the laundry basket.

For some reason, this gets on your nerves. Why can’t he tell you’re just trying to make the most of whatever numbered days you have left? Daryl always manages to steer conversation in the direction of something negative. Sometimes, you feel like it’s purposeful. Annoyed, you belt at his backside, “Whatever. Have fun being lonely!”

Daryl clearly doesn’t care. He’s gone like nothing happened, seemingly taking over your laundry duty for you in the meantime.

In the following days, he watches from afar as you try to get with someone worthy enough for romantic endeavors. You dragged on conversation with almost every single man there with purpose. Truly, you were only trying to piss off Daryl to prove a point. However, you also genuinely wanted to just have someone to call your own. That conversation with Carol seemed like fate. It was a reminder that even though the rest of society has fallen, you can still make most of what time you have left now. Daryl just didn’t understand that, did he? You already struggled to find yourself a worthy man in the previous world, there was no way you’d fail now.

However, things don’t work out in your favor. Because why would they?

Most of the men at the prison treat you like you are their sister. It would be strange to try and hit on them within any capacity. You already know that these guys feel the same about you, so it’s not like you are butthurt about it. This just means that the dating pool dwindled down to…single digits. This realization was a bit shocking, but you weren’t going to give up so easily. You wanted to prove to someone, more specifically Daryl actually, that you were able to find someone that kept you happy, safe, and loved.

There were only a couple men that caught your eye. After a personal conversation with each, you quickly realized why they were still single in the first place and decided things would not work out.

At this point, it had been at least a few days since your conversation with Daryl. You know he’d been watching from the sidelines the entire time. He was always there during a failed introduction or unsuccessful attempt to flirt. He never said a word, never approached you after the fact, but his unwavering gaze sent a flood of anger through your body. Knowing your friend watching you continuously go through the motions of trying to date was frustrating.

This was the case one afternoon after walking past Daryl’s cell. You had just come from outside to avoid talking with one of the men you definitely did not want to converse with any further. Inside the cell block, you were able to lose the composure even just a little bit. With slumped shoulders and clenched fists, you walked past Daryl’s personal space just in time to see him sitting on his bed, re-lacing his boots.

He glanced up and noticed your seemingly annoyed body language and huffed out a small laugh. You’d been under the impression you would be able to go back to your own cell without issue. Obviously he had already decided to push your buttons for a reaction.

“Any luck, or nah?” Daryl calls out, carefully stepping on your nerves in a way that only he could manage.

Your body comes to a halt and you exhale slowly, upset because you should have expected the man to tease you. He could never pass up an opportunity to put you down even when you’re already at rock bottom. With a quick turn on your heel, you whip around and approach the man’s cell door, leaning against the cool metal bars with crossed arms. “You tryin’ to piss me off or what?”

“Jus’ wanted to ask how it’s goin’,” Daryl explains, a small quirk in his lip indicating he was fully enjoying this moment and wanted to drag it on for as long as possible.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Nah.”

You huff and roll your eyes, tempted to walk away, but something convinces you to stay. “I should be asking you that.”

“Huh?” Daryl asks, pulling his boot back on.

“How’s the dating life going for you? Oh, wait, that’s right. I forgot Daryl Dixon loves being all by himself. You’re gonna die alone with that crossbow, you know that?”

Daryl goes completely still. He slowly lifts his head, hair falling in front of his now darkened eyes. “Why ya actin’ like such a damn bitch?”

“Becuase you’re pissing me off! Why would you ask me how things are going when you already know the answer? You’re just teasin’ me for…for wanting something good in life,” you explain mildly annoyed. Then, in a softer tone, you continue, “You know, for a guy who says he likes being alone, you sure do follow me around.”

Daryl’s jaw tightens, eyes narrowed at the implication. Just the way he looks at you sends a flurry of goosebumps up and down your arms. You’re not even sure what you meant by the comment other than pointing out the truth. You weren’t exactly wrong, it’s just that you don’t know why he always keeps an eye on you either.

He shifts his weight on the bed, slowly standing up. Daryl takes a few steps in your direction, puffing out his chest in the process like he was trying to prove something to you as much as you had been trying to do these last few days.

Then, after a couple beats of silence, he murmurs, “Funny. You complain a lot for somebody who keeps lettin’ me.”

Your heart drops at his comment. Well, he isn’t lying. That’s what you took by surprise. Or maybe it was the fact he had called it out so plainly. Your brows lift in response, “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t,” Daryl replies, scoffing under his breath. He’s unconvinced, and maybe you are too deep down. He abruptly squeezes past you a second later, but you don’t ignore the way his hand gently touches your side as he walks away. It was soft and fleeting, but it sent a tingle down your spine.

“Daryl?” you call out to him before he’s gone outside. Your back is still facing him.

“Wha’?”

“Promise to follow me around again later?”

Now it’s his turn to huff and puff out of annoyance. For a second, you worry he won’t reply. But then he reluctantly sighs and says, “Whatever.”

Later that night, when you’re sitting in your cell cleaning the dirt from underneath your nails, a shadowy figure invades the space in the cell doorway. His scent hits you first; musky, earthy, a bit of tobacco. The smell makes you grin softly.

“Can I come in?” he asks slowly, eyes darting to the floor and his dirty shoes.

“I guess…asshole,” you mutter, barely smiling.

“Fuck off,” he spits back. He stays still for a moment, then carefully enters your personal space.

After days of somewhat avoiding one another, being with Daryl suddenly makes sense. Like the remaining puzzle piece finally got set into place. He brings that perfect amount of safety, happiness, and perhaps without having to say it outright, love.

He sits on the bed with you. The gap between your legs is minimal, causing your heartbeat to accelerate slightly. After you pick up a book from nearby, you rest your head on Daryl’s shoulder. Too focused on the storyline, you miss the way he grins.

He silently promises to be there for you from now on. He just won’t ever admit that to you verbally…at least not yet.

[uglylittlelamb]

what if i rebrand for the 45th time instead of posting

[thegameoflovemindberries]

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[the-hyperfixated-queer1056]

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[beasshenanigans]

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[askthecaptainoftheskeld]

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[red-leaderz]

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[iminbetweenyourcouchcushions]

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Tysm for the tag @vamp-girl-walking 💕💕

YES. YES. & YES. I already have the ring

Tags🦇💄(no pressure lovelies)~ @etherealsadchick @xh444 @valewhimsy @panisfetch @gabbythedaddy @eternoct-void @daughterofthesunlands @prim4donna @caramelcarmen @ghostykie @bambiey3d @fairiesgloss @madeofvioletdreams

[eternoct-void]

He was hot till he opened his mouth. @servingfairydust ty!!!

no pressure: @valenatarg @daenerys-lemons @baratheonpilled @beeeeew @soracities @kingofcourtjesters @valewhimsy @eilowyn1 @ladythedrunken

[ladythedrunken]

That certainly is not an issue to me 😮‍💨😩

Tags: @ella17626 @l3visbby

[l3visbby]

ty for the tag! ♡

IF HE WILL HAVE ME THEN 100%

npt: @targaryenstar @goldenhoneyedwine @kyrylo-kot @pinkdoeweirdo @valarrsgirl @rottenbites + anyone who wants to join!

[pinkdoeweirdo]

thank u for the tag @l3visbby🤍🤍!!

uh-oh…

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no pressure tags: @rottenbites @valarrsgirl @targlocket @silkaurum @loverssalvation @lustedbby @goldenhoneyedwine @breakspearz @carmysdoll @starr-jazz @scissorhvnds @vlarrtrgryn

[valarrsgirl]

thank you so much for the tag my darlings @l3visbby @pinkdoeweirdo 🤍

yes yes please—PLEASE

no pressure tags : @userhotd @rottenbites @carmysdoll @vlarrtrgryn @lovers-cherry @amourflores @velvetsainthills @jennifrchck @captainfern @starxs-s @fluttervoid @wintrynightz @sedonasummer + anyone who’d like to join🤍

[wintrynightz]

I wouldn’t mind

Tags:: @samwspn @uglylittlelamb @littlelovebiird @maverist @userhotd @vlarrtrgryn + anyone who wants!!

[uglylittlelamb]

fuck yeah dude WHO ELSE

tagging: @officergrimesloml , @bees-library3 , @heavvyssoul :3

[superhoeva]

inexperienced!simon accidentally edging himself by not touching himself in any way, shape, or form if you're not present. he'll hold out for days, letting his balls ache until he gets a chance to see and be with you properly. he ignores the pulses when you smooch him hello, while you tug him to your couch so you can catch up on things. leaking a wet patch in his sweats as the two of you chat away. nodding and humming at every one of your sentences until you finally notice his shaky thighs.

he has to look away from the pouty coo you send him after climbing across the couch and peeling the fabric back to finally let him breathe.

"aw, si," you furrow your brows, watching the way his cock bobs with a mind of its own whenever you grip the base. a low hiss sneaks out from between his teeth, just barely able to collect himself when you peck his jaw. the man fails to hide a shiver, feeling as if he's buzzing from head to toe at the soft of your lips on him. "why didn't you say anything?"

simon scratches an itch on his chest, involuntarily sinking into the cushions with a tight throat. tip accidentally dribbling out a few more strings of clear.

"you were talkin'... didn't wanna interrupt..."

(inexperienced!simon masterlist)

[uglylittlelamb]

10 ppl i’d like to get to know better tag game

☆ hair color — faded red/brown

☆ favorite color — olive, oak, moss , espresso

☆ favorite drink — iced coffee

☆ one thing you love abt yourself — my laugh

☆ if you could be any animal, what would you be? — a hyena

☆ dream place to visit? — japan

☆ something you’re looking forward to? — my next day off

☆ biggest dream? — to be a music artist

☆ song on permanent repeat? — knife prty by deftones

tagged by @wintrynightz & @carnivorousbites . ✦ ݁ ˖

no pressure tags: @bees-library3 , @officergrimesloml , @heavvyssoul , @kitty-grimes , @thewalkingbred , @starlitcigarette , @rickgrimes-cupid

[uglylittlelamb]

pinterest tag game: search “my vibes” + color of your choice , and put 9 pictures you find the most aesthetically pleasing.

tagged by @aphrahdite 𓂃⋆.˚

no pressure tags: @bees-library3 , @officergrimesloml , @starlitcigarette , @rickgrimes-cupid , @heavvyssoul , @thewalkingbred , @kitty-grimes

[aphrahdite]

PINTEREST TAG GAME search for "my vibes" + your color of choice, and pick 9 pictures you find most aesthetically pleasing.

tagged by my angels @lacyydollette n @oncasette 🤍

tagging : @chaioisean , @flirtingfawn , @pittsick , @deansbeer , @beafond , @samwspn , @lilahthedoll , @mfstarrboyy , @uglylittlelamb , @vngelisse .

[uglylittlelamb]

hi imy pls stay alive

i’m still here!!! i’m gathering inspiration (being a whore). i promise i’ll be back soon. mwah mwah.

[uglylittlelamb]

hi i missed yoy your fics always made me feel better lolololololol even the nasty smutty ones (especially those)

idk how i missed this i love u sweet thing

[uglylittlelamb]

hi i luv u

hi i luv u sm ))):

[thousandyearsorsmth]

𑣲 maddie †༙ 25 †༙ virgo , nsfw ⟢ obsessed with super soldiers , traumatized hunters and ancient beings ໒꒱

requests are OPEN ╋━ masterlists - rules - ao3

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⟢ the originals ( 2013 )

, elijah mikaelson

, klaus mikaelson

⟢ supernatural ( 2005 )

, sam winchester

, dean winchester

⟢ marvel ( 1939 )

, bucky barnes / the winter soldier

, steve rogers / captain america

, peter parker / spider-man

⟢ the last of us ( 2013 )

, joel miller

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[total-killer-brainrot]

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?"