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gladiatorcunt · 8 months ago

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- # LEMON SUGAR !

flew like a moth to you (sunlight)

cw: weird pet play, reader has a vagina, large age gap (reader early 20’s & logan is…. not), HEAVY PISS KINK, dirty yucky icky gross vibes, xmen 2 coded logan, dad (father figure) bf talk and behaviors (old man, kiddo, dad, essentially lifestyle dom-ing you) anal plug mention, praise kink but one usage of ‘bitch’ and ‘toilet’, reference to a canon scene with jean but in this au she was just clowning on him as a friend, scogan crumbs, mentally ill & unhinged!reader, self objectification/dehumanization (?), reader: “i wish a/b/o was real :(”, pt.2 to . bc the dynamic might be confusing, implied unaware mutant!reader

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Logan doesn’t slap his tip against your cheek more than a quick initial love tap (if a tight awkward handshake from a man decades older than you was a sexual act) but he loves to force your head against his crotch and really massage it into your skin. His other hand holds his dick like he’s aiming to piss, a slight scowl twisting his lips because he’s trying to concentrate. His cigar hangs out of his mouth and his bulky hips swivel as he grinds his precum into your face, cheeks, around your eyes, lips, check check check.

He doesn’t even necessarily want you to suck him off that bad and he’s not even trying to cum. orgasming is a slower pursuit for him these days anyway. He just wants to dirty his puppy up a little, enrichment and whatever the fuck. Maybe you can make a game of trying to catch the salty droplets on your tongue, see if you can spot them when they’re about to gush out and trickle down.

An activity can both be a perverted parlor trick and a form of indulgent self care that trivial things like ice rollers or under eye patches couldn’t replace.

“There we go, atta puppy.” Logan chuckles and ruffles your hair when you manage to lick away a bead of precum before it can drip down out of your reach.

“Daddy, don’t tease. ‘m trying to focus, that’s rude.” You give him a good shake, smiling wildly.

You’re already drunk and loopy just huffing the pure musk emanating from his uncut cock. You hum as the salty tang of his juices taint your tastebuds, luxuriating in the aftertaste like you were chowing down on a dainty macarron. He doesn’t really believe in eating or drinking anything special to make his crotch and the things it produces taste better. You couldn’t be more happy about that, the whiskey sour twang riding on the flavor notes were much more preferable than some biblical concoction of milk and honey. If only it was more acidic, that way it could burn a hole through your tongue and your cervix. Marking you so thoroughly from the deepest parts of your soul, you’d always be empty and every pang of pain would call for the man that caused it to soothe your burns with his saliva.

Intimacy with Logan feels like you’re reconnecting in whatever version of the garden of Eden can exist on Earth. Why can’t it be here? With you on your knees so close to barking into the skin of your old man’s cock, a fancy cushion settled under you with little golden tassels hanging off the corners. You are always so willing to be the best you can be for him, but he’ll never allow your service to come at the price of individual pain. Your eyes flutter and you take one of your many breaks to plunge your nostrils into his thick bush.

Wooden and spicy, your favorite perfume that is undeniably raunchy yet sensuous and romantic. Natural. You never thought you could be so in love with how a man’s pubes smell, but you can’t say that you thought that any part of this would have become your life’s purpose in more ways than not. Logan chuckles and pats your cheek, enamored with how clearly you seem to be enjoying suffocating yourself in his groin. He sharply inhales through his nose when you move up to trail your tongue along his happy trail, lapping at the thinner hairs because you adore each one just as much as every part of him.

“Bet you wish you could live off my dick, don’t ya, bunny?”

Of course you nod and moan as you let yourself be pulled back to where you’re supposed to be, the mothership calls you home and you answer happily with your phantom tail wagging all the way.

You pant, digging your nose bridge into the crease where his hip bleeds into his inner thigh, “Mmfh- hah… tastes good, Daddy. I could die here…”

You wanted to cut your voice break of ‘Daddy’ short, but you haven’t arrived at that particular station in your subconscious to shed your skin entirely. You’re having trouble forming a coherent line of thought and finishing your sentences now, but you feel sheepish about how easily he can box you into going nonverbal, so you clamor to stay afloat.

You forget that Logan knows your game by now, every step and caveat and every miniscule and complicated rule. It’s cute how you’re still ashamed of letting your dear old dad see you in all of your bunny-puppy-deer-kitty pet glory, when he clocked that shit the minute your shaky eyes fixated on his truck’s glove box rather than make a second of eye contact with him. You’re fucked up, there’s something fractured deeper in you that you keep under a diary shaped lock and key, but all these jagged edges have bows teetering on their precipices.

You’ve let him put them there, with a fond eyeroll and heaps of head pats. Thank your lucky stars that there’s something fucked up with his psyche too, buried under all his other baggage, because that first ride home with you didn’t end in tears and your nipples caught in his canines. You got to be a bunny settling down in their deserved cozy den instead of a rabbit relying on their prey instincts to throw the predator chasing them off their twitching fuzzy cotton tail.

You don’t get to hide and shrink in yourself. Not when the curled up needy angel hidden under the layers of you makes his jaw ache so ferociously that it’s borderline bestial.

Baby, you’ve gotta know that if he could, he’d pick you up with his teeth by your scruff so your feet would never have to touch the ground and grow ripe with callouses.

He takes a puff from his cigar and shakes the excess ash over your shoulder, out of your view because he also knows that you’d try to swallow the unhealthy specks down too. It’s a constant thing on his mind, the never ending job of pulling your leash enough to wean you off of engulfing whatever weird shit into your mouth you can see out of the corner of your eye. And if it comes from him or was in contact with him? Hell, the stuff might as well be damn catnip to you.

He thinks he feels the same way about you, that’s what he gets for being stupid enough to have an inch of his heart unguarded. You found a way and wormed your way through his arteries, and now he’d rather go sober cold turkey than let you squirm away. Which is what you try to do by pulling back and settling soft hands on his hairy and beefy thighs.

He’s got you hook, line, and sinker when he clasps a burly hand around the base of his thick cock in the poor imitation of a knot. He even squeezes in short pulses, bringing to mind what it would look like swelling up and pumping you full of potent cum. Breeding you with all the love of a man who wants more of you in the world because that might make him believe in it again. He wags his length in his hand to you, wordlessly offering you your favorite snack because you’ve been so very good for your old man.

“Come on, hun, want your treat? I know my puppy wants this big dick in their cute fuckin’ mouth.” He grumbles, stubbing his cigar out on his arms without even flinching or gritting his teeth and tossing it on the floor.

The burn’s already healed by the time you’ve gotten yourself and obediently let your tongue hang out of your mouth. He grunts, pleased, and dabs his sticky tip on the center of your tongue. It gives you the taste you crave while simultaneously depriving you of having your mouth filled like you desperately need to be able to get through the day.

You whine, Logan’s lips split on a wry smile but he doesn’t laugh this time. Nah, he’s too busy feeding his throbbing cock into your mouth, cutting off your whining and reducing a thunderous sound to a muffled crack of lightning.

“Theeeeeeeeere we go, kiddo, relax.” He says a few inches in, because your gag reflex is already tickling the back of your throat.

You breathe through your nose and distract yourself by playing with the hairs on his legs, drawing little hearts and stars as you take more of his length. Tears well up in your pitiful eyes but you brave through it. They eventually bubble over as your lips are forced to stretch, but Logan’s rough thumb dutifully wipes them away just like how you’d attentively cleaned his tip.

His head falls back with a slight crack and his sweaty pecs heave, “Drank a whole lot for you today, ‘m all nice and backed up just waitin’ for a pretty lil’ thing to relieve myself with.”

Suddenly you’re a bunny hopping off on a mission, no god could pull you off of Logan’s musky cock as you swallow around him. You don’t really feel like bobbing your head and humming today, you’re tuckered out from how late he kept you up late last night. He’s not going to just fuck your mouth without being asked, as much as he cares about you, you’re impossibly cute when you’re forced to do the tiniest bit of work.

If your mouth wasn’t so stuffed full of dick you’d pout, and the raised eyebrow Logan gives you means he knows that. You’re a good pet though, so you work yourself off of his length, take a deep breath, and immediately slide back down to the hilt. His full balls press against your chin and you rub the heavy sacks with both hands.

“Oh, fuck.” Logan groans, his fingernails dig into your scalp like he’s the one that needs to stay grounded. “Your gonna make your old man jizz his pants too quick if you keep fuckin’ playin’ with my balls like that.”

You don’t mind that at all, but there's still something else you’re after. You didn’t think much of how many bottles of water and glasses of alcohol he had thrown back today, maybe it was some sort of mutant thing that you just didn’t understand. Super dehydration or whatever, but the fact that he had been preparing a little surprise for his piss thirsty puppy made you want to give him your bloody heart right out of your chest.

His moans and growled promises of rewards and declarations of the rawest form of love a person could feel fade into the background. You hollow your cheeks and go for gold, wet ‘schlop!’-ing sounds bounce off the walls as you fuck your throat with his girthy cock. Not the longest in the world, another one of your blessings (you’ve heard mutterings about mission showers and some guy that shoots lasers out of his eyes taking that prize), but the way it fills up the space in your mouth to the point it could burst gives your clit tachycardia.

“Yeah, fuck, are you ready to drink up, bitch? ‘m gonna use you like a toilet, gonna cum too- god fuckin’ damn-”

You give his balls a solid squeeze as the golden shower pours down your throat and past the seam of your lips to the floor. You don’t stop your ministrations, you actually speed up your pace and bring your wrists into it. Your hands bumping against his imitation knot-hand as you move them in circles, jacking him off while your plush lips glide up and down his cock.

You’re rubbing your pussy against the cushion, it has corduroy buttons that send a tingle down your spine when they catch your clit. The emerald green fabric drags and moves as you hump it while you put your all into making your dad-boyfriend-everything cum. You’re outright bouncing his heavy balls in your hands now, they’re so full you know that one load isn’t going to be nearly enough. So you tell yourself to lock in and hum, sending vibrations down his dick.

Determined puppies get extra treats, and you’ve never gone without them. So you push yourself to make eye contact, flicking your eyes up to stare at Logan as you ruin your own throat via his dick like it was nothing more than your toy. You think it’s the sheer and essentially licentious mannerisms and the glaringly obvious truth that there are men who are not immune to watching a pretty pet posturize themselves on an altar of their own making just to paw at their owner’s legs.

“My baby bunny, too damn sweet to me, yessssss-” His mouth wrenches up almost in pain as he clings to the back of your head and pounds your throat on his own for the next minute.

“Drink it all up, let me feel you swallow it down f’r me.”

You purposefully yank yourself off of his mid stream and duck down to bob his balls on your tongue, lathering them in that pungent scent. You rotate your wrist around his tip, coaxing him to empty everything he has in him and give it all to you. Your hand becomes just as scent marked as his balls and the divots in your collarbone where drops of his piss and cum are forming tiny pools.

He groans at the sight, “Doing so fuckin’ well, collectin’ Daddy’s juices and hoardin’ ‘em all for yourself.”

Your mouth envelops his twitch dick once more, most of what Logan keeps cooped up for you belongs in your growling tummy.

“You better not hiss at me when I have to wash your mouth out later, baby.”

Thus, your perfect record remains intact, you beam around his still hard dick as you float in a starless sea of white and yellow. A coat rack for cock fulfilling its duties.

His piss isn’t too orange-y, you’re glad you don’t have to nag him about cutting back on the booze this time.

Sadly there’s no blood sticking to your scalp from his nails, but you embrace the sting their indents leave behind. They’re almost as breathtaking as the plug buried in your ass, Dad always likes to keep your holes stretched out and ready.

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“Girls flirt with the dangerous guy, Logan. They don’t bring him home. They marry the good guy.”

With you, he was that good guy. Whatever it meant to be one after all these years and invisible scars. It’s indescribable, how much meaning you can find in having to gain the strength to take care of someone else completely. Be their Atlas and shoulder the world so they can waltz around you, their wings spread wide. He’s glad, deep down, that your wings don’t extend past the small house he’s stuffed you in.

Logan Howlett deserves a nice thing or two every once in a while, and he already got a bottle of scotch from Scott. Fucker thinks he’s so clever. You’d do just fine being the second nice thing. A shame that the nicest thing you probably have is that slick stained cushion, he’s not anybody to write home about. But you seem to have stitched your sides together when he wasn’t looking, sewn your identity into his until you had emotionally fused into one being.

It happened way too fast and when he thought he wasn’t meant for loving a little pup like you, but he’s tired of being some old grump about it. You’d probably snap and try to beat him to a pulp with the bats he keeps in the closet (for you to use in emergencies since you don’t leave), and he’d have to hunt you down through the

Anything else other than you meant about as much to him as a pile of cigarette butts.

And some time later when the dam bursts for the first time and you’re trying not to fall off that cliff, sisyphus-esque struggling through recurring hoarse sobs because Logan is uncomfortably stroking your back gently as if you were a person and not a corpse, you’ll start to feel the molten hot gold seeping in and filling the cracks.

Maybe one day you can tell him about the v-shaped scars on your back, the ones that look like they were created when something was ripped away from you. They’re slanted craters, almost, hard material resembling bone jutting out from your back. Hooks lacking their ornaments.

Hell snatch up your old fashioned grocery list (written with an almost completely dried out ink pen from the bank on a flimsy college ruled sheet of paper) and make a quick run while you heal more than just your body, submerged in another acid trip of a dream.

You wanted to make a lemon cake before the summer ended, it’s always been your favorite.

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stardust-swan · 10 months ago

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Everyday Ways I Honour Aphrodite

(NSFW warning)

🌹Roses, roses, roses. Rose soap, rose lip balm, rose hand cream, rose lotion, rose perfume, rose oil on my pillow before falling asleep, rose candles, rose incense, roses in my garden, rosewater toner, rose face mist, rose shower gel, dried roses in the bath... Just roses everywhere you can fit them.

🌹Reading romantic books and poetry, watching romance films

🌹 Reading books and poetry about Aphrodite

🌹Making myself feel beautiful with pretty jewellery and makeup. Even just a swipe of tinted lip balm boosts my confidence (I use French Girl Rose Noir). I try to wear at least a little bit of makeup or jewellery daily, even if it's just a pair of studs or a subtle lipstick

🌹 Even if I'm just staying at home all day I'll spray perfume and put on jewellery and do lipstick just to feel sensual while I'm lounging around playing Animal Crossing (currently wearing a comfy embroidered nightie, small gold hoops, a pretty bracelet and a little bit of YSL Orange Perfecto lipstick as I write this)

🌹 Embracing my sensuality. Swaying my hips, feeling the softness of my body, dancing freely, engaging in self-pleasure, taking nudes, trying to unlearn the shame associated with sexuality from my upbringing. I don't watch porn often as I find most of it unhealthy and misogynistic (I only like this one random Japanese couple's channel and some vintage and Korean softcore), but I enjoy toys (my favourite is the rose), erotic literature, erotic film, audio porn (usually in other languages because I find a lot of dirty talk just makes me cringe but I still get enjoyment out of hearing little moans and silky low voices so I get that and avoid secondhand embarrassment from bad dirty talk by listening to it in languages I don't understand), and erotic fine art.

🌹 I try to get really comfortable when I'm engaged in self love. Lipstick and perfume on, hair styled, lingerie or nightie that makes me feel sexy, a candle lit or rose, ylang ylang and jasmine oil in my diffuser, soft music playing. Then I'll position myself comfortably, and stroke my thighs, tease my nipples, squeeze my breasts, lick my juices off my fingers and use it like a lipstick, painting my lips and nipples or using it to lightly lubricate my clitoris. Running my hands all over my belly, thighs and breasts, experimenting with different types of pressure and stimulation. Just luxuriating in the sensual feelings I can bring to my beautiful female body.

🌹 Wearing jewellery with seashells, pearls, emerald, ruby, bronze, copper, gold, jade, garnet and iridescent beads

🌹 Enjoying apples, honey, figs, pomegranates, strawberries, raspberries, olives, lettuce, rosewater and chocolate. I like buying Guylian chocolates as they're seashell shaped, but any chocolate will do (my favourite chocolate bar to buy is white chocolate with strawberries). I also like foods that you can taste the rosewater in like rose macarons and Turkish delight.

🌹 Making foods with ingredients she likes, like honey cakes, Persian rose love spell cookies, rosewater nougat, Persian love cake, baklava, cornes de gazelle, mhencha, etc... I mostly stick to Mediterranean, North African, Arab and Persian recipes, as they commonly use ingredients like rosewater, honey, pomegranates, and figs.

🌹 Carrying rose quartz in my pocket and keeping rose quartz under my pillow

🌹 I use a rose quartz roller to massage oil into my face

🌹 I keep a mini Venus de Milo statue and a swan trinket box on my bedside table

🌹 Drinking a drink made up of honey, cinnamon, milk and hot water at night to relax

🌹 Wearing pretty lingerie under my clothes, even if it's a basic outfit

🌹 I often fall asleep to the sound of ocean waves

🌹 Gold highlighter swept on my cheeks and body shimmer on my collarbones, reflecting light like sun rays on the ocean

🌹 Doing little offerings, like spritzing her statue with perfume, or offering up a portion of food I'm eating that I think she'd like

🌹 Lighting incense in scents like myrrh, frankincense, rose, vanilla, cinnamon, ginger and jasmine

🌹 Drawing myself relaxing baths with fragrant oils and salts

🌹 Reading hymns, Sappho's poetry, and listening to Athanati Afroditi

🌹 Listening to music that's romantic or sensual (this is my playlist)

🌹 Carrying a hand mirror and admiring myself as I check my makeup

🌹 Adding honey to tea

🌹 Writing letters and poetry about love and beauty

🌹Admiring women I find beautiful without jealousy or resentment, just appreciation

🌹Using these emojis: 🌹🦢🌊🪞🍎❤️💘💗💕💋🕊️🫒💄

🌹 Wearing pink, red, aqua, and seafoam green

🌹 Being consistent in self care. No matter how low my spoons are, unless I'm so dog-tired I end up falling asleep on the couch at 8pm, I force myself to do my evening skincare routine - cleansing, toning, eye cream, moisturiser, oil. And I always feel better for it even if I was exhausted before. Much smaller but I'm also consistent in oiling the ends of my hair daily and spraying perfume before bed. And I keep up with getting my hair done and brows waxed every three months without fail.

🌹 Doing exercises that make me feel sensual. I'm really lazy tbh but I push myself because I know Aphrodite would want me to take care of my body. I pick exercises that make me feel good and desirable, like yoga flow, belly dance, and exercises that target my womanly attributes.

🌹 Giving compliments!

🌹 Doing a big self care day every Friday (the day associated with her). Hot oil hair treatment, foot soak and exfoliation, removing old nail polish and buffing and filing nails, face mask, teeth whitening....

🌹 Going to the pond in winter and admiring the swans

🌹 Going to an art gallery in my city just to look at the painting Venus and Cupid (Day) by Fragonard

🌹 Sleeping on silk sheets as they feel sensual (they're also good for your hair and skin)

🌹 Making my own diffusers and cosmetics from natural, aphrodisiac products. Homemade bath salt with rose petals and pink salt, homemade lip mask with olive oil and rose oil, and adding oil of rose, jasmine, sandalwood, and cinnamon to a diffuser as I find these scents stimulating and sensual.

🌹 And of course, thanking Lady Aphrodite every day.

#gods #Aphrodite #hellenic deities #hellenic pagan #hellenic worship #hellenism #paganism #witchblr #aphrodite devotee #aphrodite devotion #aphrodite worship #aphrodite offerings #aphrodite altar #aphrodite aesthetic #aphrodite goddess #self care

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cutiepieautistic · 9 days ago

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year ago

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Coriolanus x commander's daughter!! I've never seen anyone writing this but that would be so hot and forbidden

Request: Getting manhandled by peacekeeper!Coryo or getting fucked while he's in uniform or both YES PLEASE

Note: Birthdays should be spent doing the things you like...so I finished this one today. Enjoy!!

Warnings: 18+, uniform kink, semi-public fingering + oral (f receiving), forbidden relationship,

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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Coriolanus Snow made a lot of stupid choices in his eighteen years of living, but having an affair with his commander’s daughter took the cake. The clandestine romance was risky and could, at extreme extent, get him executed for inappropriate conduct, but the fire that surged through your whole body every time you were together was addicting.

The first time you saw him, you were searching around for your father, having a message to deliver to him in person from the head commander. You kept your head high and stayed on your guard as you walked through the heap of peacekeepers in training, not wanting to look like a lost puppy among them.

You could usually find your way around the base, but today was scorching hot, so you decided to look for someone who would be kind enough to help you get to him.

A row of younger soldiers caught your eye. They were doing push-ups in their singlets, beads of sweat dripping down the side of their faces. As you were trying to pick which shaved head you were going to ask help from, one of them stood out near the end of the line.

Walking up to him, you couldn't help but silently admire the way his arms would flex as he continued the push-ups. Damn. Your stomach clenched at the sight.

‘’Excuse me?’’ You cleared your throat and he looked up, surprising you with the prettiest pair of blue eyes. ‘’Could you help me find Commander Hoff? I have something to deliver to him from the head Commander.’’

The blond cocked an eyebrow, uncertain if he should be helping you. It was his first time seeing you on the base. ‘’And you are to him..?” he prompted, staring you down as his mind embarked a sinful roller-coaster of thoughts.

‘’His daughter.’’

Although well aware of the dangers, Coriolanus couldn’t stop seeing you. And neither could you. You were addicted to his mouth and the way he could lift you up with ease and fuck you while standing, how his toned chest felt under your palms and attractive he looked in his blue uniform.

After you bid your parents goodnight, you changed out of your day clothes and ventured to where you knew all peacekeepers spent their nights at. You didn’t know for sure that Coriolanus was at the Hob, but the barracks were all empty and he didn't have many friends in District 12 besides Sejanus, so it seemed likely he would be there.

It didn’t take long for him to notice you in the bar, your dress brighter in color and certainly shorter than the locals. Your eyes met across the room for a brief moment, then you disappeared through the backrooms, confident that Coriolanus would follow suit.

You could hear his boots on the floors, slowly catching up to you. Your heart quickened its pace behind your chest, excitement building.

It wasn’t until you made it outside that he called you out. ‘’What are you doing here, Miss. Hoff?’’ he asked, his voice echoing in the dark alley.

Your feet came to a stop.

Coriolanus stepped forward, slowly closing the distance between you. ‘’The Commander wouldn’t want his darling daughter in a place like this.’’ Your back was now pressed against his front, an agreeable warmth in contrast to the night air. Coriolanus’s mouth moved to your ear. ‘’A place full of men who would like nothing more than dipping it in your tight cunt.’’

His words should have disgusted you, but they were speaking the truth. These men inside were drinking more than they should and no one was really stepping up for the women they were harassing. With the skirt of your dress hitting above your knee, some could associate it as provocative or inviting.

You turned to face him, biting your bottom lip when you noticed his uniform button up partially undone, revealing a glimpse of his white undershirt.

‘’I shall accompany you back to the base.’’ Coriolanus grabbed you by the arm, but you protested.

He was much stronger than you, so he easily grabbed both of your wrists with a hard squeeze and pinned you against the closest brick wall. You gasped, then quickly realized what game he was playing and you’d be damned if you didn’t play along.

‘’Are you going to arrest me, Mr. Peacekeeper?’’

Coriolanus’s grip on your wrists tightened, a stern command following. ‘’No talking.’’

You could feel your own wetness starting to pool between your legs, aroused by the unfolding situation. The game. The play of power.

His other hand moved from your waist to your hip, slipping underneath the fabric of your dress. He went over the curve of your ass before venturing between your legs to rub you over your panties, but he was met with a surprise. Coriolanus cocked an eyebrow. ‘’No panties tonight?’’

‘’I was hoping to run into you.’’

‘’Naughty girl.’’ His fingers started moving over your folds, coaxing a needy moan from you.

Your jaw dropped as he pushed two long fingers in, making you clench around them. Coriolanus did a scissor motion, then curled them inside, eliciting another moan. ‘’Fuck me.’’

Coriolanus shook his head. ‘’Sorry, darling. I don’t take any commands from civils.’’

‘’Please.’’

You could feel his smug smile behind your neck as the words left your tongue. ‘’What would your daddy say if he knew what his little girl was begging me to do to her?’’ Coriolanus pushed his fingers deeper, making you mewl, so needy for him.

He withdrew his fingers, letting you assume he was going to unbuckle his pants and finally take you, but Coriolanus turned you around and sank to his knees in front of you. The dirt on the ground will dirty his uniform, but he didn’t seem to care. Coriolanus looked up at you, then hooked your leg over his shoulder, leaning forward to kiss the inside of your knee.

You slipped a groan of approval when his mouth got closer to where you wanted him. Then, his tongue ran between your folds, circling your clit slowly. A loud, desperate moan echoed around the dark alley. Coriolanus pinched your thigh, a silent reminder to be quiet. He loved when you were loud, but the Hob was full of peacekeepers. If anyone were to see you together, Coriolanus would be in trouble.

His huge hands sank into your ass, squeezing at the same time he sucked your clit into his mouth. You reached to grab onto something, to keep you from being so loud, but found nothing other than Coriolanus’s buzzed head.

‘’Coryo…’’ you whimpered.

In the matter of minutes, he had turned you into a whimpering mess. Back arching away from the wall, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

One of his hands moved from my ass, and when you looked down, a pair of blue eyes was staring back at you. They stay burning into you, watching you closely as two of his fingers slide into you, finding that one perfect spot in less time than you need to say his name.

His pace increased as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, perfectly coordinated with his tongue. If the wall wasn’t holding you up, you would have toppled over by now. The feeling kept building, the heel of your shoe digging into the hard muscles of his back as you desperately tried to move your hips to ride his fingers.

You were wound so impossibly tight you couldn’t breathe. ‘’Coryo, I’m going to cu—’’

You didn’t even get the words out as every part of you spasmed, everything tingling and throbbing as you tightened around him. Below you, Coriolanus moaned, the taste of you welcomed on his tongue.

When he removed his fingers and mouth, he leaned back so he could look up at you properly. He grinned like a devil, his lips glistening with your juices as he sucked his fingers into his mouth.

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#coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

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rika-mmendmethings · 23 days ago

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Interdimensional Epiphany l Rafayel

CHAPTER 2

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

Summary: A fortnight of compensated leave from your company was supposed to be a rejuvenating experience. Things take an unexpected turn when Rafayel, your choice of ML, starts becoming self-aware. His love knows no bounds, not even interdimensional ones.

Warning(s): Subject to change as we progress further into the story. For the prologue, currently none. Though story has major character deaths, subdued manipulation, heavy angst with a happy(?) ending, slight yandere themes, fluff, did I mention angst? (I'm so bad at tagging send help)

Word count: 2.0k

Playlist coming soon.

Notes: As promised, chapter 2 is released on Wednesday and you can expect every new chapter every Wednesday. Keep in mind, that as cute and a total man-child Rafayel is; he can also be vengeful and undeterred from what we've seen in his anecdotes. If you feel that this is too serious for him, then you simply need a better understanding of the red-flag side of Rafayel shown in some parts of the game. This story circles partially around that side of his as well, so I don't feel it should be that much uncharacteristic. Mikayla is the name of the mc in this fic and aside from Rafayel no-one else is aware of being a video game character. Anyways, hopefully you enjoy the read and stay tuned for the series. Lmk if you wish to be added to the tag list for this. ♥

Taglist: @loveanddeephistory @lyssandraxo @micasosa34 @ittybittyfanblog @hyein21 @browneyedgirl22 @yournextdoorhousewitch @blessdunrest @altair718 @3fg7 @froleineeeee @mikachux3 @aiehtta

You were thoroughly enjoying the first week of your compensated leave. You spent an entire day sleeping, waking only for a few hours to eat and freshen up before drifting back into restful slumber. After weeks of relying on takeout and fried foods, you finally went grocery shopping. You reconnected with a few friends, had meaningful conversations with your parents, and allowed yourself to indulge in a long, relaxing skincare routine. Your headspace was beginning to feel clear and at ease.

You even treated yourself to foam roller workouts, easing the tension in your sore muscles. You’d start a session with Rafayel in Quality Time, and for the next thirty minutes, your focus would be entirely on stretching and relaxing. It was the perfect way to unwind and restore balance to both your body and mind.

Rafayel found himself pausing every now and then and it wasn’t even because of the programming, he had long broken out of that. He never particularly enjoyed exercising on land anyway because it made him all sticky and gross but he sure as hell liked you exercising. He would pedal mindlessly on the gym bike, dusky eyes trained on you as you rolled the foam roller up and down the length of your hamstrings. He felt like a Victorian man seeing ankles whenever your shirt rolled up slightly and he would see a sliver of your waist. He banged his head on the handle of the bike, ears red as the soft, blissful sounds of your relief filled the room, signaling that most of your muscle tension had been eased.

When you grabbed your phone after the 30 minutes had passed, you were completely rejuvenated, and Rafayel was far from it. You tied your hair into a ponytail, and Rafayel drank in the sight of you — a pink scrunchie perched between your lips, beads of sweat trailing from your forehead down your collarbone and disappearing wholly after reaching your cleavage. He was accustomed to adjusting his footing every so often due to his Lemurian nature, but now, he found himself losing his balance for an entirely different reason. And it wasn’t just because of the gorgeous woman before him. No. Yes.

After freshening up following your workout, you grabbed a bag of chips and made your way to your bedroom, practically melting into the satin sheets as soon as your back hit the mattress. With no plans to leave the house today, you decided to spend a few hours indulging in your favorite game. You had even charged your phone in advance for this moment. Logging back in, you claimed the rewards from your daily tasks. Rafayel was sitting in the Destiny Café, casually inspecting his nails.

You went to change the lead character on your screen to Sylus, but a bug prevented you from doing so. Every time you clicked on his character, the game’s main interface reappeared, with Rafayel still sitting in the chair. Frustrated, you tried selecting Zayne instead, but you were met with the same result — the now agitated, purple-haired man.

He tapped his foot impatiently, his eyebrows furrowed and lips pulled into a frown. It almost seemed like he was annoyed by something. You dismissed it as something characteristic of him and muttered with a smile, “What? Only want me for yourself?”

“Yes.”

His tone carried a sense of finality, and once again, his words didn’t appear in the usual white speech bubble, as they always did. This unexpected shift left you momentarily stunned. Was it the strange behavior of his character, or was it the flutter in your chest that unsettled you? You weren’t sure, and frankly, you didn’t want to delve into how delusional you might be getting. So, like you often did with your past, you ignored the problem and clicked over to the memories tab.

Earlier, you’d purchased the "Poised Elegance" outfit from the lunar shop and were excited to dress up Sylus’ Goodcat Code memory using Illusio.

The moment you pressed the button, the screen went black. You waited a few seconds, tapping on the screen, but nothing happened. Just as you were about to check your internet connection, the interface of Destiny Café reappeared. You huffed in disbelief and tried using Illusio on the other characters, but aside from Rafayel, the game would reboot every time.

Already frustrated by the situation, you decided to pull for Caleb’s myth using the 20 free wishes. You nearly dropped your phone in disbelief as you saw that all ten cards were Rafayel’s four stars and three stars. This had never happened before. Sure, you’d occasionally pull two or three additional cards of a specific lead, but all ten cards being from one character, out of five possible options, was nothing short of perplexing. You gulped, using the remaining 10 wishes as well, and your soul almost left your body as you stared, wide-eyed, at the new set of 10 cards — every single one of them a 5-star and all of them Rafayel’s.

Just last week, during Rafayel’s "When Tides Echo" myth rerun, you had spent every last one of your dias and still hadn’t pulled a single memory of the pair. And now, all ten cards from that myth were what you had managed to get. You couldn’t believe it. You had seen players joking about miracles like this in the candle circle memes, wishing for such luck to happen to them, and now here you were, pulling for Caleb — and getting Rafayel.

You were many things, but ungrateful wasn’t one of them. So, you immediately rushed to the memories tab and ranked up his myth cards before awakening them. Once you were done, you found yourself back in Destiny Café, facing Rafayel. You finally let out the squeal you had been holding in and pressed a kiss to your screen. Rafayel’s ears turned red once again, and his lips curled into a gentle, sincere smile at the sight of your infectious joy.

“I love you so much, Infold,” you chirped, and Rafayel’s smile faltered. He should’ve been the one that line was addressed to.

You logged out of the game, humming to yourself as you went over to your kitchen to prepare a celebratory dinner of some good ol’ spaghetti, leaving a spluttering Rafayel stuck in his spot at the Café.

"Rafayel, I'm not letting you go first on the claw machine this time." Mikayla flashed him a playful wag of her finger, signaling that she wouldn’t be giving in to him today. She practically bounced over to the machine, her hands hovering over the buttons.

Rafayel, however, was leaning lazily against a wall, his dusky eyes focused on his nails rather than the bubbly woman in front of him. He replied, "Sure, MC. I’m not in the mood anyway."

Mikayla paused, glancing back at him over her shoulder with a raised brow. Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she wiggled her eyebrows. "What? No ‘miss bodyguard’ or ‘cutie’ this time? You wound me."

Rafayel didn’t bother to look up. Instead, he nonchalantly dropped onto one of the nearby couches, crossing his legs and throwing an arm over his eyes as though blocking out the world. His voice, laced with indifference, carried over to her. "Let me know when you’re done, Mikayla. I’m resting my eyes for a bit."

And with that, he drifted into the land of dreams, leaving Mikayla standing alone by the claw machine, frowning.

She couldn’t make sense of his behavior. Mikayla knew Rafayel was often a bit petulant, but she had never seen him act quite this distant. For the past week, while he had helped her gather information for her new mission, he’d seemed more aloof — dismissing her attempts to make plans or even join her for a casual meet-up. Something had shifted, and Mikayla was determined to figure out what it was, though she knew she’d need to wait for the right moment to get to the bottom of it.

Rafayel didn’t intend to come off as rude, but he was too exhausted to lift a finger now. The past week had been nothing short of grueling — exhausting with a capital E. By day, he had to watch you log in, then rush around performing tasks and maintaining an act of normalcy to avoid raising suspicions. And when you slept, he scoured the darker corners of the world for information on what was truly happening. Yet, every person he approached simply advised him to see a psychiatrist, urging him to keep his — and he quotes — "barely sane, childish thoughts" to himself and not bother them.

Somehow, by the end of the week, you had unwittingly become his source at the end. He had overheard you ranting to yourself about someone named 'Infold,' expressing a strange mix of hatred and affection — how they were both the bane of your existence and the love of your life. Who was this Infold? And why did you harbor such a paradoxical relationship with them? Why did you refer to them as the love of your life?

From your scattered monologues, Rafayel had picked up on a few peculiar phrases. He had even started a list in his journal — strange words like “stamina,” “ascend,” “daily login,” “deep space trials,” and others filled the pages, each followed by large question marks. Thomas — bless him — had noticed Rafayel scribbling these words down and informed him that most of these terms appeared to be related to the controls of a game.

At first, Rafayel had dismissed the notion, but then one day, he overheard you venting as you worked on something beside him during "quality time"—another strange term. He recalled the way your lower lip wobbled slightly as you taped and glued some paper together. “I hate Tyler so much,” you muttered with disdain. “He didn’t even consider the money I spent buying this and just tore it all up like that.” A tense silence followed until you held the paper aloft, your expression shifting to one of subtle satisfaction.

What he saw on that sheet forever altered his perception of reality. It was a poster of himself in one of his outfits, and in the left corner, emblazoned with bold text, was the label: *“Rafayel: Character of Love and Deepspace.”* He was a game character. Fully alive in his own universe—breathing, thinking, existing—but nothing more than a programmed entity in yours. He felt a deep conflict, struggling to comprehend the full implications. Was this some kind of curse? Has he truly gone insane over the years? If all of this was real, if he really was merely code in your reality, then what cruel twist of fate had disrupted the natural order of things?

Why was he the only one who had been granted this interdimensional epiphany?

No-one other than him seemed aware of whatever was happening with him. No one knew that they were all game characters in a different reality. He knew that he could choose to ignore your uncanny existence yet something about you drew him in. It made him wish to escape the world he calls home and just enter yours without a care. Your eyes held all the love and warmth he had ever wanted and some selfish part in him intended to keep it that way. It baffled him further how you were aware that he was a mere programmed character in your world yet you never viewed him as such.

He wanted to be real for you.

And he would. He’ll make sure of it.

He was brutally shaken out of his reverie when Mikayla woke him up, showing him the plushies she got. He felt his eyebrow slightly twitch in annoyance when she grabbed his cheeks and squished them. On any other day, he would have let himself be pampered by her affections but this wasn’t just any other day and he was completely not in the mood to entertain her. He watched her retreating figure as she went to play another round on the claw machine. There was only one thought in the front of his mind: He couldn’t get to you in his weakened form. He needed to unlock his full potential once again.

He needed to awaken the seas and restore Lemuria.

And he’ll be doing just that no matter what the price or sacrifice.

Check out my other works if you liked this ♥

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madafanz · 11 months ago

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Atzi & Xio being silly kidz (also i love fashion <3)

Thingz about Xio’s fit:

-Heavily “quiet-emo-goth-anime-queer-art-middle schooler” coded (i was that kid lol) almost gave a beanie tbh I might in the future

-zip up skeleton face hoodie

-lots of Easter eggs with the patches on their boots

- twilight is their fave pony :D

Thingz about Atzi’s Fit:

- Beaded friendship necklace from Xochi (they match although I gotta go back and fix Xochi’s now😭)

-headcannon she does roller derby/ skates & has heelys on lol

-Rainbow dash is her fave pony

Both have braces bc they’re kids & I like braces lol

#the sunbearer trials #aiden thomas #book fanart #sunbearer trials fanart #tst #the sunbearer duology #celestial monsters #atzi #xio

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dreamgrlarchive · 2 years ago

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A Prissy Girl’s Guide to Fall

back by popular demand, i’m here with another prissy girl guide! this post is a bit late for the fall but it’ll allow you to finish the season off in a pretty fashion, and transition to the winter smoothly. i’ll be discussing the look i’ve been adorned in as of late and my fav products i’ll be using for the spirit of fall! 💓

what’s the look this fall?

the look this season is “divalicious barbie.” voluminous hair, tapered square nails and fur details + neutral color palettes. add in a few pops of pink and some sparkly detailz and you got my look this fall. “sexy chic.” i’ve been really leaning into the vibe of a runway supermodel diva emulsion. as you may have seen, my birthday outfit drew from many inspirations, focally the early nineties alaia runway shows. just immense glamour, class and girliness with a healthy dose of sexy.

“it's officially fall bbys. uggs, tracksuits, sew ins are in”

“in are warm scents, fur, leopard prints, brown lip gloss with voluminous blowouts for the fall to enhance my diva essence!”

- @realprissygrl on twitter 🎀

first and foremost…

the weather is turning so a lot of us are catching colds. take care of your health and rest. protect your immune system and dress according to weather. i almost always get sick around late september/early october and its because of the dip my immune system takes due to the change in climate.

preparation

some of you are in school like me. one of the reasons the fall is my fav season is because it’s time to get back to the basics. you should be developing new study routines around this time or perfecting the ones you have already

new school supplies + stationery. pretty girls deserve to stay stocked up on glitter ink and fuzzy pens

start saving money for the holiday season

get a handle on your halloween look early so not to scramble when the day comes

stock up on tea, immune boosters like emergen-c and medicine

start going outside in the morning to get the vitamin D and K you may lose out on as the seasons turn

set new goals and track them in a diary or planner

try to get well rested. the change from fall to winter can cause a lot of mood and energy complications due to lack of rest

essentials

a metallic pink starbucks tumbler or stanley cup

new books to read this season

chai tea and espresso for at home lattes + a pink thermos for travel (mine is a barbie pink micro shimmer one by starbucks)

hello kitty pencil caps and planners

velcro roller kit

super cute straw toppers

juicy couture laptop case for school

dry shampoo and clean paddle brush

pink ipad for productivity

victoria’s secret anything

cute hydrophobic jackets + umbrella

cute planner, i take my corset planner everywhere

clothes and accessories

warm neutrals + pink

layers, layers, layers! i’ve been pairing fur vests/cardigans, and sheer tops

cheetah and leopard print (yes they’re different lol) i’m going for the galleria chanel look this season

preppy looks! tartan, tweed and pleats have been such an essential for me on class days

cute little purses that are only big enough for your phone, lip gloss and keys. they come rhinestoned, fur trimmed or beaded and go very well with preppy lookz

chocolate brown accessories and layers

rhinestones and pearls add the perfect diva touch to any look

hoops 4ever

diamond studs for when your hair is pulled back, the prettiest detail ever

velour tracksuits

shimmery neutral pieces

feathers and gold jewelry to achieve that regine hunter/hilary banks aesthetic

fur trims on sheer tops

fuzzy trimmed half jackets

neutral toned designer tote bags

leopard print totes

blacked out shades

berets

sheer tights including tights with patterns like lace and stripes

ted baker arycon bags. they’re affordable and super freaking cute

fuzzy knitted pieces

knee high socks

cute little pumps + kitten heels

leather booties

uggs… obviously

medium telfar in either ballerina, bubblegum or gold

rubber boots with cute details like metal buttons or fur

furry moon boots

apple watch + charm bracelet stacking

beauty

brown + pink all season. cinnamon strawberry dessert girl

tape ins + sew ins or clip ins for a budget

soft matte makeup. not too matte (winter) and not dewy (summer)

neutral eyeshadow with a pink glossy lip

voluminous side parted hair with velcro roller curls OR

pin straight silk presses with a middle part

adequate moisture in hair is imperative to ensure hairstyles last long and stay sleek. if my hair reverts too fast i know it’s because its dry

sparkly hair clips

deep pink, mauve and berry blushes

lip balms like tree hut, summers friday and patrick ta

high ponies and half up half down stylez

long curly lashes. my favs are by kiss and lilly lashes or sold on amazon in the pink packaging

invest in a metal roller brush (ulta has super cute pink ones omg) OR a round brush blow dryer to add body to hair

makeup by pat mcgrath and patrick ta for sparkly lookz

beauty blender cleanser is my fav for cleaning my brushes

lip glosses + lipstick in nude pink, nude, deep brown, and baby pink

tapered square french tipz and nude nails

eyeshadow palettes with blacks, reds, browns, grays, and creams. my favs rn are naughty nude and new nude by huda, glam palette by natasha denona and the master mattes by mario

claw clips have been my fav for cute updos

warm scents with notes of wood, oud, musk, cinnamon, pastry, soft florals and brown sugar

smoky eyes + smudged liner + wings

#the prissy girl agenda #fall #dream girl beauty #dream girl fashion #dream girl journey #my posts #diva seasonz!

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usoinked · 2 months ago

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♥️Your Girl♥️ (Manipulative! Zilla Fatu X Slightly!Obsessive Black Reader)

CW: Jealousy, Rough Sex (it’s a LOT going on), Choking, Dirty Talk, Toxic (man this is really hitting close to home😗), Cheating (Is It Really Though?), Manipulation, Multiple Orgasms, Gaslighting, Unprotected P in V

Word Count: 5.7k+

Carry me off the stage

I can't do this anymore

Been gone for three years

Is that enough for you, boy?

Carry me to my bed

Paint my toe nails blue

Tell me all about the things

That you and I will never do

That’s what it felt like. You and Zilla did so many things together, he carried you around in the bedroom, stayed near you in public, bought you flowers and gifts….but he didn’t put anything on that. There wasn’t a label between the two of you at all. You wished there was so bad, he’d been near you, close to you, and even inside of you so it wasn’t fair. Anywhere he went, you were right there but with the way he acted in public, it was like you were his assistant more than anything. In private, he catered to you like you were his world but in public, he stayed near you, but never held your hand. You didn’t notice it too much at first because you were so caught up in the love and affection he showed you in the bedroom everytime you two were caught between the sheets but overtime…the more you two kept seeing each other, you started to become obsessed with wanting more of that attention…more of it than just in the bedroom. You didn’t want to just have his attention in the bedroom, you didn’t want him giving his attention to other bitches or entertaining them, you wanted him to claim you. You wanted to to be his girl.

I wish I was your girl

I wish I was your girl, oh

I wish I was your girl

I wish I was your girl, oh

It had been three years since that night at the roller rink, but every time you closed your eyes, the memory still felt fresh. The flashing lights, the smooth roll of the skates beneath your feet, and the electric buzz of the music that made everything feel alive. Zilla’s presence had been magnetic, pulling you in with that cocky smile and the way his eyes seemed to trace every curve of your body, even when he wasn’t looking directly at you. But back then, it was a spark, something casual. A vibe that felt like it could grow into something—only it never did.

You’d been feeling yourself that night. It was Skate & Sip night at Cascadia, and you had every intention of gliding through the rink like you owned it. You were in a tight white tank top that stopped just above your belly button, showing off a hint of skin. The ripped jean jacket you wore added a laid-back, cool vibe to your outfit, while your ripped jeans hugged your curves and heightened the outline of your ass just right. A soft peek of your lacy pink panties flirted with the edges of your jeans, adding a little edge to your look. Your box braids, all sleek and golden, flowed down to your hips, their edges adorned with small golden beads that clinked gently as you skated.

You hadn’t even noticed your lip gloss had a slight strawberry flavor that lingered on your lips, a secret taste you knew no one else could experience. But it was your brown skates with the orange wheels that sealed the deal. The pop of color matched the subtle hint of pink peeking out from your jeans, bringing the whole look together. A cherry-flavored lollipop was tucked in your mouth, its sweet tanginess adding flavor to the air around you as you glided around the rink.

Your feet moved in sync with the music, twisting and turning with ease, skating backwards, forwards, even throwing in a twirl for fun. You were lost in your own world, the rhythm of the night pulling you deeper into the moment until—bam. You crashed into someone hard, the impact sending you straight to the floor with a yelp, your ass hitting the hard surface. The lollipop almost flew out of your mouth, but before you could even register the sting, a voice pulled you from your haze.

“Oh damn, you ight?” He said immediately extending his tatted covered hand as an offer to help you up.

You looked up, and for a split second, you forgot you were on the floor. Staring down at you was a man whose presence was overwhelming even in this busy rink. His dark black mullet with red tips at the ends in the back, the short strands that sat over his forehead, the sides of his hair faded neatly, and his tattoos peeking out from beneath the sleeves of his shirt completed the art piece standing in front of you. And then you saw it: the “Z” on his neck. You’d never seen anyone wear their name like that before or even an initial. Bold. Unapologetic.

He reached down a hand to help you up, and you couldn’t help but take it, gripping his arm with a steady pull as you stood to your feet. “Damn, that was a hard ass fall,” you laughed, brushing yourself off.

“No problem, ma. Be careful next time though,” he said, voice low, a slight grin tugging at the corner of his lips. He wasn’t worried about the fall…too much, his attention was more so directed to you.

You couldn’t stop staring at the “Z” tattoo on his neck. You hadn’t been into tattoos much before, but on him, it felt like part of his essence. Letting go of his hand, you took the lollipop out of your mouth for a split second, the red tinge left behind on your tongue. “Your tattoo… what’s that Z for?” you asked, curiosity slipping past the edge of your lips.

His eyebrow arched slightly, amusement in his gaze. “Zilla. That’s my name.”

“Y/N,” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips as popped the lollipop back into your mouth, the cherry flavor a sweet distraction from how intimidating he looked.

And then, as if the universe decided it was time to turn the night up a notch, “Pony” by Ginuwine began blarring through the speakers. The entire rink seemed to move with the beat. The lights dimmed and spun, and the air grew slightly thick around you both.

“You tryna dance wimme?” you asked, stepping closer, the flirtation in your voice smooth as honey. “Maybe I can be more careful this time.”

Zilla chuckled softly, that low rumble making you feel like you were right there, close enough to hear his heartbeat. “You something else, ma,” he said, a smirk forming. “I ain’t mad at it.”

Without another word, he took your hand, his rough fingers grazing over your skin as your fingers intertwined. The touch sent a shiver through your spine, and before you could even think, the two of you were rolling onto the rink floor, your skates gliding smoothly as the music wrapped around you. His arms, inked and strong, found their place around your waist, pulling you in close. You spun on the wheels, laughing, lost in the rhythm, your heart racing as his body pressed closer.

For that moment, everything felt right. Perfect. But it was only a moment.

Back in the present, you sat in your room, your hands subconsciously wrapped around your waist, imagining the warmth of Zilla’s arms again. The memory of his touch lingered, but it wasn’t the same. You weren’t just thinking of the moments when it was just the two of you in that bedroom, where his attention was all yours. You wanted more than that. You wanted him in the world outside those four walls.

But the reality was clear. You weren’t his girl. You weren’t anything. He’d been close to you in ways no one else had been, but when it came to the world beyond those sheets, you were invisible. To him, you were nothing more than an accessory, a companion on his arm, one of the many women he had in his section at his kickbacks or hostings, never anything to claim.

You wanted him to claim you.

You wanted that title.

You needed him to show the world that you were his, not just in those quiet, intimate moments but out there, where everyone could see. You didn’t want to be someone’s secret anymore.

You longed for more than just being his assistant. You wanted to be his girl.

And no matter how many times you told yourself it wasn’t enough, the truth was that you were getting tired of waiting for him to take that next step. But something deep down, your conscious told you that would never happen because there was something else. There was someone else. You weren’t the type to just accuse someone out of the blue but that made the most sense. All of the signs pointed to him having…another girl. Someone who wasn’t you. The ache in your chest, the way your blood boiled at the thought, and the expression on your face said everything, it didn’t matter that you weren’t together. It’s what he did, how he made you feel, and the touch of his tongue across your body that made you cringe at the idea of him doing that to someone who wasn’t you.

As if the Universe heard your pleas, your phone rung and those feelings almost immediately came to a stop for just a second because of the name you saw across the screen. It was rather pathetic, this man who you weren’t even with had you in a chokehold because of how attractive he was outside and inside the sheets. “Zilla🥀” was all you could read before your hands glided across the sheets toward the device. With the click of a button, your soft but stern voice echoed through the other end. “Hello?”

“What’s good witchu ma?”

The phone was still pressed to your ear, and you could feel your pulse racing with every second that passed. Zilla’s voice, usually so smooth and easygoing, now felt grating, like nails on a chalkboard. The mix of frustration and something else—disappointment, maybe—twisted in your stomach. You’d had enough of his games, it had been three years of manipulation, crying, doubts, and private activities.

“Whatchu doin’ tonight?” Zilla’s voice came through, casual, like it hadn’t been weeks of him acting like you didn’t matter in public. He was more busy bowling, basking in attention, flashing those grills that beamed everytime he opened his mouth, and paying you no type of mind unless he needed something.

You paused, taking a breath. Trying to calm the rising tension inside you, but it was impossible. His words were too light. Too carefree. Like he didn’t know what was wrong with you, like he really didn’t care. It hurt but you knew you missed him. You wanted him to come over, mess up those once perfect satin sheets, tell you everything you wanted to hear and make you forget everything you feel now for the next 24 to 48 hours at least. Have you in a wide range of emotions from crying to crashing out, only to still be under him when he came back.

“You, if you come over” you said, trying to sound indifferent, but there was a tightness in your voice you couldn’t hide. “You know what type of time I’m on.”

He laughed lightly. “Oh yeah? What type of time is that?” His teased.

“Don’t play wimme,” your voice was a bit more stern, the sound you heard on the other end caused you to bite your lip. “I miss you fucking me into these sheets, the ones you like so much. But you playin’ too much. You out here having me looking dumb as fuck f’real.”

The line went silent for a second, and you could practically hear him shifting to sit up and that was never a good sign, it meant y’all were probably bout to have another argument but you it wasn’t nothing new so who cared.

“What you talkin’ bout now? Everytime we talk about sex, you start this whining shit. You already know I gotchu, so whatchu trippin for?” The toxicity that came from his tone was evident but you still wasn’t backing down because you were pissed. Sexually frustrated too but overall pissed that he could have his way but you couldn’t have yours. Niggas these days, irritating as fuck. “Nah nigga, ain’t no you got me. You got me in the sheets and after that in public, you don’t got shit. Why the fuck am I around you and it’s looking like you got another situation goin’ on?”

“Even if I did have a situation, why it matter? Bruh I met you in a skatin’ rink with your ass out, licking a lollipop. What else you thought we was finna be?”

“And? This ass that you like getting thrown back on you when we in the bedroom though! I love you, I want you to have my babies, I want to keep you close to me” you mocked. That’s all you kept saying the whole time we fucked nigga and you think you can just write me off cuz of a whatever situation you got going on. Fuck your situation, I want you and you deadass playin’ wimme.”

As Zilla went to respond, the girl he had beside him stirred. Her 40 inch buss down moved to the side along head as her brown and gold acrylics gripped the pillow. Her voice was low and groggy, but you heard it on the other end. “Bae, who you on the phone wit?” She said cutting him off and if only you seen the look on his face. You didn’t give him the opportunity to say shit before you hung up, grabbed your purse and made your way to the kitchen to grip your keys. Your acrylic nail tips clawed their way into your skin, that’s how tight your grip was. You put your phone in your purse and slid into your Black Range Rover before pulling out of the driveway. Oh you tryna play nigga. Bet. You knew where he lived because he’d trusted you with his address before but you also knew that no more talking on the phone was needed because this nigga really had the wrong one.

Going 10 over the speed limit, you booked it down the highway going having around 10 exits to get through just before you made it to his house. Technically he didn’t live that far which is even more reason why that nigga should’ve known better than to let you hear another bitch on the phone.

After zooming through 10 exits but still making sure to mind stop lights despite your anger, you pulled into his driveway and quickly got out of the car slamming your door in the process, keys in one hand and phone in the other as you approached the door. You knocked, hard four times not caring if you might’ve been interrupting whatever him and that other girl got going on. Not getting an answer the first time, you knocked again. Only this time the door swung open after almost a few moments later, Zilla standing on the other side in a black graphic t shirt, some shorts and red and black high top dunks. “What the hell is you doin’ here?” He yelled, his voice being above a whisper but obviously where he wasn’t tryna let the other girl know you were here.

You barged past him into the house looking around as you heard the door close behind you. “Don’t play wimme, asking me dumbass questions and shit” you mumbled as you looked around before going upstairs looking into the guest rooms before looking into his room seeing no one there. “Man where the fuck is she at bruh? Bae?! You out here with a whole fucking girlfriend and you having me out here looking crazy! That’s why yo friends out here looking at me sideways and shit! Where she at?”

“They looking at you sideways because of this shit right here! You be trippin! She ain’t here! I told her to leave cause I knew you was finna pull up on this weird shit!”

“Nigga ain’t no weird shit! I’m not stupid! You out here playin’ with me! You got a whole girlfriend!”

“That’s not even my fucking girlfriend! She a girl I’m dealin’ with but what that gotta do witchu? Me and you not together Y/N!”

Your tongue hit the inside of your cheek as you smiled and scoffed before opening his closet door looking around and going into his bathroom looking around before attempting to leave the room before he grabbed you. “Bruh you need to chill, ain’t nobody here!”

“Man move! Move out my way bruh! I said move!”

“And I said no! The fuck is wrong witchu girl! You crazy as fuck coming in here thinking you own shit! This ain’t yo house, take yo ass home!”

“No! So you can bring that bitch back in here! What? You tellin’ her all the things you tell me? Hm? I’m not no game you can play nigga, you thought I wasn’t finna pull up while you got another fucking girl in your bed! On my phone, playing in my face Z!”

“Bruh why it matter though?! We ain’t together! So why you keep bringing that shit up?! This that whining shit I’m talkin’ bout!”

“Because you ain’t shit!” Tears streamed down your face as your voice became sore and slightly hoarse from yelling. “You ain’t shit nigga. You know I want that fucking title…I wanna be your girl and you playing wimme bruh. It’s been 3 years! I can’t stand when you do that shit cuz you know what the fuck you doin’”, as pathetic as some people might’ve seen it, you liked…no loved Zilla. Despite the attention only being in the bedroom, he made you feel special while he did it. Like you were the only girl in the world that mattered to him. He never specifically said he wasn’t looking for nothing serious, his actions might’ve showed he was fooling around but your heart wanted something much more with him. Your brain told you plenty of times to get the hell away from him because you’d never be what you wanted but your heart made you stay right there.

He stayed quiet for a moment, but you could tell he was far from done as he stepped toward you, his jaw clenching once before his eyes locked with yours. His voice was softer but still stern, “I ain’t shit, but you still finna be under me begging me to let you have this though. You crashin’ out and doing all this shit over a title but how I make you feel though?” He said before taking his tatted hand and putting it under your chin. “You doin’ all this crashing out over somebody that ain’t even my girlfriend. You looking crazy ma.” He paused examining your tears. “But I like that on you.”

He was ruining you. Your eyes were red and puffy with tears, your lips were swollen from how emotional you were, your throat was sore from yelling and you couldn’t stand the words that were coming out of his mouth. But he was right, y’all could fight, argue, and literally stop seeing each other over something big or small and you’d still be right back under him. Because he had that type of hold on you. He was like a drug you were addicted to, could take a break but couldn’t stop completely.

“I hate you bruh” you said as you looked at him with more tears still streaming down your face but you knew you didn’t mean it and he knew it too. “Nah you don’t, if you did you wouldn’t be here right now. If you really mean it, leave right now.”

But you couldn’t. Your body wouldn’t let you and you knew you didn’t want to walk out that door. The smug look on his face irritated you and it showed, your brows furrowed and the corners of your lips curled into a slight frown. That was the look you had always gave him, right before y’all were back where you started. Again. When his lips touched yours, you reciprocated and yours melted right back onto his. Your body was addicted to his tongue, his touch, and it was like the words he spat didn’t matter. The arguing, the cursing, the fighting, you both could take it out on each other. His back could be covered in scratches and you could be left breathless and shaking in his sheets or yours repeating the cycle over and over again.

That’s what this came with. A gasp escaped your lips the moment you felt his tatted hand grip your breasts, allowing his tongue to slip over yours prompting you both to enter a heated tongue battle. As you felt your anger start to let go, your arms wrapped themselves around his neck, your nails sliding over his mullet in the back before massaging his scalp lightly. A satisfied grin made its way onto his lips before he led your body to his bed and you felt your back collide with the already disheveled covers. The familiar scent of him, his house, and the fact that you were over covers that belonged to him with him on top of you, only solidified your feelings for the man above you.

Your brown and golden nails gripped onto his shirt, the tension and dire need between you both being crystal clear as you found yourself squirming under him already. It was pathetic how easy he could get you like this but you didn’t have the energy or the sense to care in this moment. You both were like animals, aggressively taking off each other’s clothes while still trying to simultaneously keep your hands glued to each other. Each time you both let each other go, it felt like cruel and unusual punishment. His back was almost half way covered in tattoos, but that “SAMOA” part had you hooked the most. It kept you staring every time he turned around, but the naked part under it that had nothing on it is where your nails put new marks at every single time.

As he pulled away from the kiss, the words that left his lips had you made your heart skip a beat because you knew he was serious, always kept his word behind these four walls. “You ain’t done whinin’ yet, cuz now I’m really finna give you somethin’ to whine about”and with that his head got lower and lower as both his hands cupped your breasts, your hard nipples being in between his fingers. The rise and fall of your chest was slow yet it got quicker with anticipation just before his tongue slid over your folds, your nails raking through his scalp as you gave him a silent plea to continue. Your body was getting hotter and hotter by the second, the friction of his tongue against your outer and inner folds, around your clit, and the opening of your vaginal walls was enough to send your head back in bliss as moans escaped your lips. The harder you pressed down on his scalp, the harder he went, his hands left your breasts and slowly slid down to your legs gripping them firmly, your knees were raised up temporarily with your feet on the bed, that was until he decided he didn’t want that anymore and pushed your legs beside your head and gave you the best cunninlingus of your life. Your legs trembled as the unholy sounds of slurping and licking had your brain completely numb. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly as you felt your release approaching quickly with the way his tongue moved around. His moans mixed with yours, sending vibrations to your pussy and that only made your moans grow louder from how much pleasure it was causing. “Z…I-I’m gonna c-cum!” Your hips slightly raised, your flexibility playing a key role in attempting to add more friction to the pleasurable situation. Your ragged breaths, trembling legs, the opening of your pussy becoming a home for his tongue and the eye contact he gave you the moment you said that sent you over the edge as you released all over his tongue unable to hold back at all. Your bottom lip found its way behind your top set of teeth as you begged for him to continue loving that overstimulation and he happily obliged.

“Oh m-my fucking g-god, yes!” You moaned out as he kept going, feeling two of his fingers slowly enter you and began pumping in and out slowly…at first. But this time, his tongue was giving attention to your clit while his tatted hands were making your entire world turn upside down from how sensitive you had been from just creaming all over his face. The faster his fingers went, the more stimulation you felt on your clit which caused your legs to shake around him. It got so bad you began to whimper and beg as your walls clenched around his fingers and your pussy was a dripping mess.

He groaned against your wetness as his fingers curled causing your toes to curl and your head to collapse further into the cotton pillows around your head. Your nails dug further into his scalp as you felt the knot in your core tighten, the tension being just on the brink of release, just until his fingers curled again and that was all it took. Your mind went completely blank, as your hands let go of his scalp and quickly gripped his black sheets beneath you, causing a variety of crescents to form in every direction. You were on the brink of tears as your chest rose and fell rapidly as you felt your legs slowly fall to the sides of the man above you.

You couldn’t even respond for a moment when he called for you, it was only when he pulled you up toward him did you come to before looking into his eyes a moment. Dammit. His lips were so wet and he looked so smug still, but that was just an added bonus to his attractiveness. The way it was your aftermath, he had around his lips and chin made you hooked even more before you wrapped your arms around him and slowly licked some of your aftermath away before giving him the most sloppiest yet passionate make out session. Your nails were around the back of his neck, the red part of his mullet hitting against them every once in a while due to the shift of your bodies during this intense session. His tongue collided with yours as if earlier had never even happened because he was getting exactly what he wanted right now but so were you.

The make out session got more and more heated before you found yourself under him again for a moment until he pulled away and crawled over you getting behind you as you turned to your side quickly getting the memo. But a quick position change wasn’t going to stop anything, because you two were right back at it again. One of his hands wrapped around your face, two being under your chin and two being just right under your bottom lip, the other one giving slow and gentle strokes around your ass for a few moments before retracting it and wrapping it around his dick. He began to stroke it back and forth as both your tongue and his were colliding with one another.

As you felt him position himself at your entrance and his tip rub against your folds, your lips curled in satisfaction. But it was when he pushed into you that the real fun started, he was thicker and you could tell with all of the shit you pulled earlier that he was about to be rougher. And he was, your wetness was more than enough lube, making it easier for him to slip in and out of you whenever he wanted. His hips connected against yours before he slowly pulled back and slammed into you again. The grunt that left his lips as his bottom lip curled under his top grill was such a sexy sound that would live in your mind forever. Your soft moans soon turned into more loud and breathless ones the moment you felt your ass practically being grabbed and forced back onto his dick creating that slight recoil each time. “See what happens when you just say whatchu want ma” he grunted out before commenting again. “Squeezing my shit f’real girl” he moaned out before thrusting forward once more. His dick was massaging your insides and your walls were caving in on it because of how good it was.

You looked at him with a smug look as your walls clenched around him even more. “Oh you tryna be cute huh?” He said before his hand made its way to your neck and tightened, his dick rushing into you once more going even deeper causing you to let out a loud moan and a few curse words to accompany them. You enjoyed it when he made you regret doing something, you could be mad at him for a while but when it came to this….his dick and his words were the only thing on your mind. The feeling of your insides being stretched by the girth between his legs had your brain on autopilot and your eyes welling up with tears after a while.

A loud moan escaped your lips as the sound of his hand coming in contact with your ass, echoed throughout the room. “What I tell you? Huh? Told yo ass I was finna give you something to whine about didn’t I?” He said while pounding you from the back. He knew how much you like for him to talk you through it, how much you loved to be degraded, and he loved how much he made you cry from it. Tears streamed down your face from pleasure, the tip of his dick hitting your cervix with every thrust as he made a mess of you underneath him. By this point your pussy was even wetter than it was during the foreplay from earlier and your g spot was aching to be touched but he was purposely missing it. He knew exactly where it was, he just wasn’t hitting it until he felt like it. “Ion hear you talkin, ma” he growled out before getting a whimper from you in response. “Y-Yes!” was all you managed to get out before you felt his hand tighten around your throat again slightly as if he was taking ownership of your entire body using his own, causing your eyes to roll back in pure pleasure.

“Look at chu, dicked out huh?” He said before suddenly hitting your g spot causing your body to jolt and your legs to tremble from the suddenl location change as your pussy started dripping again. Even during sex he still teased you, called you out, and made sure you would remember everything. “S-Shit!” You cursed as your eyes came to and you looked up at him before sticking two of your fingers in your mouth before slowly pulling them back out, your fingers being covered in saliva before touching your clit again and rubbing it in sync with the thrusts he was giving you. The stimulation you longed for was happening right this second and you didn’t want it to stop for anything. “I’m gonna f-fucking cum again, I want you to cum inside m-me. Uh huh” you pleaded while looking up at him with doe eyes, knowing in the bedroom he’d do anything you asked him to do. He slowly let go of your neck before shoving two of his fingers into your mouth which you sucked on happily as tears streamed down your face from him hitting your g spot over and over again despite the fact that you were already a dripping mess. A white cock ring formed at your entrance, making a perfect circle each time his dick moved in and out of you. You could stay in this exact position for hours if it called for it, one of your legs over the other, with him behind you slamming in and out of you with one hand on your ass and the other in your mouth rocking your world completely.

His fingers vibrated as you let out moans on his fingers before your eyes rolled back once more feeling the knot inside of your core come undone as you bucked your hips against your own fingers. The sight of your hips slightly raising, how in complete bliss you were, and the fact that his fingers were in your mouth sent him over the edge too. His thrusts became more sloppy as he let out a drawn out moan, releasing his load inside of you causing you to let out a soft moan of satisfaction as you made eye contact with him. The moment he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, his lips crashed onto yours as you both had a sloppy post sex make out session before slowly pulling away from each other.

“You crazy man.”

“Stop playin’ in my face and I won’t have to be. But if it gets me this, I’ll be the craziest person in the world.”

“You gotta stop doin’ that shit f’real though. I like it on you, but you be takin’ shit too far.”

“Boy bye, and you still gon’ fuck me like you own it. You had a girl callin’ you bae yet telling me you want me to have your babies. I meant what I said, I wanna be your girl.”

“You think you can handle that ma?”

You bit your lip getting slightly more cocky before pulling away from him and gently straddling him, crawling on top of him slowly. “The real question is, can you handle me?” You whispered into his ear before licking the side of his face and kissing him deeply again.

He kissed back before both his hands gripped both sides of your ass. Before the make out session got a little too heated, he pulled back with a smirk on his face. “I’m bout to handle you again ight.”

Whew…lord ꨄ

A/N: This took me so long to finish…damn plus this song has been on repeat so I had to finish this👏🏽

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