kelthebarb reblogged
remember when he :((
it’s an actual CRIME that soap’s not as popular as ghost & könig
LOOK AT THIS MAN. LOOK AT HOW MAJESTIC HE IS. HE DESERVES ALL THE POPULARITY AND MORE.
MODERN WARFARE III DOESN’T EXIST.
nga yawne lu oer - l. sully
a/n: @tonesrots requested this (with a scenario she sent me) and i shall provide, mostly because i’m folding at the idea i swear
summary: lo’ak got himself injured again, and you patch up his wounds again.
warnings: lo’ak and reader are in a relationship, pure fluff, mentions of blood, use of pet names & the na’vi language, suggestive towards the end if you tilt your phone and squint
kelthebarb reblogged
kirbyskisses
cw: loss of virginity, size kink.
genya shinaguzawa, shy virgin with the biggest, fattest cock that he has no idea what to do with.
he has no clue how to make you feel good but just him starting with the tip is enough to make you cream and cry.
“g-genya… genya!” you hiccup and he’s sure he’s done something wrong, pulling out awkwardly - a blushing, worried mess.
“I-it hurts? sorry - won’t do it again….” he mumbles, red in the face with shame. his mind is swirling - it wasn’t only bad it was painful to you. His angel - the one person who shows him unconditional affection despite his size and violence and he hurt you. he feels dreadful, entirely criminal, he doesn’t deserve to -
“no, no it felt good.” you put your hand on the side of his face, thumbing his scar. “i liked it. i liked it a lot. please genya put it back in…”
this time when he sinks into your wet plushy walls he feels it. he bites his lip as he groans; teeth cutting in to hold back the whimpers in his throat.
“baby,” fuck, he sounds like he’s gonna cry. “yer stretchin’ on me.” you feel his hands bruising your shoulders as he pushed you onto the bed - trying to settle just a couple more inches in you.
“g-genya!” oh god, please say his name like that again. he’s begging, he’s shaking, hips bucking like an animal - trying to stop himself from sinking in.
“let me… let me put more in! s-sweet thing -” he’s growling, a simultaneous bundle of nerves and a predator hungry to feel all of you. “can i - it’s squeezin’ so tight!”
it’s not even half in before you cream on him and his thrusts are so inexperienced and sloppy and perfect - too fat and too long to no hit the spongy wall inside you - his eyes roll back, his muscles pulse, you’ve clenched around the first part his length.
“‘M bruising ya, babygirl. ‘M gonna hurt ya… I’ll get better. I’ll love you until I g-get it right but lemme out or I’ll shoot inside you. Y-you keep moving your hip like that and I’ll - I think I’ll…” he swallows deeply
Your walls release him with just enough time for him to shoot onto your stomach, a flushed, drooling specimen. you’re sighing into his ear about how good he was and he definitely cries at the feeling before moaning back.
“If I’m really that big - we gotta get you to take it all. I want t-to make you feel good like that over ‘n over…”
CHILE….