#zilla answers

[gogogodzilla]

peeta mellark being you to let him eat your 🐱

Just a Taste || Peeta Mellark

peeta mellark x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, cunnilingus, porn with plot, panty sniffing, reader is wearing a dress, panty stealing masterlist ✩ read on ao3 ✩

The stage of the training center under your heels was a familiar feeling. The stage lights shone brightly, and you squinted slightly as you walked out with Peeta hand in hand. The air practically crackled with energy as the booming applause from the audience of Capitol citizens nearly deafened you. 

Caesar Flickerman warmly welcomed both of you. He gave you a good-natured kiss on the cheek and shook Peeta’s hand. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to how touchy the Capitol people were. 

Once the crowd settled down, Caesar gave the two of you a beaming smile. “It’s an absolute delight to have the two of you here once again,” he exclaimed and you wondered how he got his teeth to be so white. “The Victory Tour has been a success, wouldn’t you say? What has been the most memorable moment for you both?” 

Peeta squeezed your hand before answering, “As much as I’ve loved spending some time in all of the districts, the most unforgettable part was spending time with the person I love and sharing our love with the districts.” 

You feigned embarrassment at his words and looked away. You couldn’t avoid the heat that flooded your cheeks, which brought a boisterous laugh from Caesar. “You two are adorable. I love it!” he gushed. 

The audience cheered in response, and Peeta kissed your knuckles. After a few moments, Caesar settled the audience down and turned back to the two of you. “I’m sure you both know that we have immensely enjoyed seeing your love blossom in front of us. It’s truly a marvelous sight.” 

“Thank you, Caesar. We’re extremely grateful for the opportunity to be here with you and the rest of the Capitol citizens,” you give him a dazzling smile before turning to Peeta. “I am also incredibly grateful to be here with the love of my life. I couldn’t ask for anything better,” your gaze softens as you look at Peeta. The audience ‘awws’ and cooed at the two of you while Caesar pressed a hand to his heart. 

“Ugh, we can’t get enough of you two. What does the future look like for the two of you? I’m sure we’re all eager to see more of your love blossoming,” Caesar questioned and the audience buzzed with excitement. 

You shared a glance with Peeta. You gave his hand a comforting squeeze, and he turned to Caesar. 

“The future looks bright as long as I have my love by my side,” he answered, allowing a hush to fall over the crowd. Damn, he was good at this. “And I would like to have my love by my side for as long as we both shall live,” his voice trembled slightly as he pulled out a small velvet box. He got on one knee and looked up at you. Your hand covered your mouth in feigned shock. “My love, you have been my light in the darkest times, and I can’t imagine a future where you’re with me. Will you make me the happiest man in Panem and marry me?” 

Emotions swelled within you. Peeta was laying it on a bit thick, but you didn’t care. You nodded your head, forgetting to speak for a moment. He slightly raised his brow, and you forced yourself to speak. 

“Yes,” you whispered, nodding rapidly. Your voice returned and you spoke louder, “Of course I’ll marry you.” 

Applause and cheers thundered throughout the room as Peeta got to his feet and slid the ring onto your finger. Peeta’s smile was radiant as he pulled you into a kiss which caused the audience to roar even louder. You grinned as you kissed him back. You truly did care for him, and didn’t mind being stuck with him forever. You would’ve been dead without him. 

As you pulled away, Caesar dabbed his eyes theatrically and you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. Peeta kept his hand around your waist as you curled up against his side.  

“Ladies and gentlemen, a proposal during the Victory Tour! This is certainly a night to remember, wouldn’t you say?” Caesar beamed as he swept an arm out toward the crowd which roared in response. 

Peeta held you close as the interview wrapped up. The crowd buzzed with excitement, and you couldn’t fight the grin that graced your features. Eventually, your time with Caesar was over and you were ushered off the stage. 

Effie met you as you exited and she clapped her hands in excitement. “Wonderful work you two. Now, time to get ready for the reception President Snow offered to throw to celebrate the two of you. It’ll be a party of the ages,” she declared, walking quickly as you returned to your quarters. 

Cinna intercepted you as you stepped off the elevator. You clung onto Peeta’s hand until the last possible second. 

Cinna grinned as he led you away, “Don’t worry, you’ll have some time to catch up before we leave.” 

“Can’t I just wear what  I have on?” you thumbed the fabric of your dress as you walked, frowning slightly. 

He chuckled, “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that.”

He led you to your room and helped you onto your podium in front of the mirror. Cinna got to work almost immediately, fluttering around you with practiced movements. The soft rustle of fabric accompanied his steps as he brought the dress over to you. He quickly got you changed, his gentle hands working wonders as the fabric draped over your body. Cinna’s hands danced delicately over your hair, weaving it into an elegant style perfect for the celebration tonight. 

“You look radiant,” Cinna complimented as he stepped back to admire his work in the mirror. 

You met his gaze in the mirror, a grateful smile on your lips, “It’s all because of you.” 

He rolled his eyes good-naturedly, and a knock sounded at your door. You both turned and Peeta poked his head in.  A soft smile made its way onto your features as he stepped into the room and finally got a good look at you. His eyes widened as they raked over your form, and your cheeks flushed. 

“You look…” Peeta’s words faltered as his gaze remained on you. “Wow,” was all he managed to come up with as he took a few steps toward you. 

Cinna chuckled, “I’ll let you two have a moment. You have 15 minutes before Effie’s going to come knocking.” 

He gave you a suggestive look as he left, and the flush of your cheeks spread. Peeta held out his hand so he could help you down, and you graciously took it. 

You ran your fingers over his chest, feeling the smooth fabric of his suit. “Portia outdid herself… You look amazing,” you grinned, tugging him closer. 

His hands wrapped around your waist, enveloping you like they had done so many times before. This time it was different though. The soft scent of his cologne engulfed you as he leaned in. His lips met yours in a soft kiss, but there was something more to it. Something hungry. 

“Is it bad that I’m glad we’re stuck together forever?” you whispered as you pulled away to catch your breath. 

He grinned, “You make marriage sound so pleasant.” 

You chuckled in response and pulled him into another, deeper kiss. You tugged him by the lapels toward your bed, acutely aware of the seconds ticking by before Effie would be knocking. 

His hands wandered across your hips as the backs of your thighs hit the edge of your bed and you slowly fell back. You parted for long enough to scoot back and Peeta eagerly followed you. His lips were back to devouring you within moments. You let out a small noise as he slotted his knee between your legs, the smooth fabric of his slacks brushing against your inner thighs. 

 You pulled away, attempting to catch your breath. Something shifted between you, and your entire body seemed to hum with need. Peeta caged your head between his forearms and his nose bumped against yours. 

“We don’t have a lot of time,” you trailed off as Peeta scattered kisses across your neck. 

He grinned against your collarbone, “I’m sure they’ll understand if I want to take a few minutes to ravish my fiancée.” 

Your cheeks flared at his words. There had been rumors going around all tour that Peeta’s nightly visits to your room were far from innocent cuddling. You did little to dispel them, though. You couldn’t deny that this was the first time you’d felt this hunger for Peeta. 

He ran his hands up the bare skin of your thighs, and your heart fluttered. 

“Just a taste,” he murmured as he scattered kisses across your covered breasts and moved down your body. “Please, my love. I just need a taste.” 

He ran his fingertips over your thighs as he situated himself between them. You craned your head to look down at him, and the sight of him had heat pooling between your legs. He looked up at you with those big brown eyes you couldn’t resist, begging for permission to ruin you. With the slight inclination of your head, he was sliding the fabric of your skirt to the side, letting his hands wander across your hips and thighs. 

He pressed featherlight kisses across your inner thighs, nipping at the sensitive skin there. He wrapped his arms around your legs, keeping them in place. His breath fanned over the thin fabric of your panties, and you instinctively clenched them together. His grip held you in place as you squirmed, aching for more. 

He hooked his fingers in the sides of your under and tugged them down and off your body. Your eyes widened as he brought your panties to his nose and inhaled your scent. He let out a noise that was something like a whimper combined with a groan, and you flushed. 

He set your panties to the side and settled between your thighs. A gasp escaped you as he swiped his tongue through your folds. His grip tightened on your thighs as he desperately pulled you closer to his eager mouth. His tongue worked relentlessly against your sopping core, circling your clit before dipping down to tease your entrance. 

You wanted desperately to tangle your fingers in his blonde locks, but you settled for the blanket below you. You were sure that Peeta’s prep team might have your head if you messed up his hair. 

You slapped one hand over your mouth, muffling the desperate pleas and whines that escaped your lipstick-covered lips. Peeta eagerly lapped up everything you were giving him, and his nose bounced against your clit as he dipped his tongue into your entrance. Peeta reached up to intertwine his fingers with yours, grounding you.

Peeta whined against you, sending vibrations coursing through you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your hips jutted against him, grinding against his tongue. Every fiber of your being was tensed and ready to snap. 

Peeta’s tongue circled your clit once more, and your release had you arching against the mattress, pushing you closer to his mouth. Your thighs attempted to clamp around Peeta’s head as you spasmed against him. He helped you to ride out your high, and his fingertips dug into the plush of your thighs. 

After a few moments you stilled, and Peeta pressed comforting kisses against your inner thighs. You lifted your head to look at him, and your cheeks flushed at the sight. Your arousal had covered the bottom half of his face, and a satisfied grin covered his features. 

“You did so good,” he praised as he crawled forward to kiss you. You tasted yourself on his lips, and a groan left you. 

You were able to sneak in a few more lingering kisses before Effie’s knock sounded at your door. Peeta crawled off of you and helped you to the edge of your bed, your skirts only slightly getting in the way. 

He grabbed your panties before you could and shoved them in the front pocket of his suit. 

“For safekeeping,” he murmured with a grin plastered across his face as he leaned down to kiss you. You scowled at him in response but kissed him nonetheless. 

He pulled out his handkerchief and wiped the rest of your arousal off his face before neatly tucking it back in its rightful place. You shuffled to the bathroom to clean yourself up, returning moments later looking slightly more put together. 

Effie knocked once again, more insistently this time. You cringed, sensing the inevitable lecture you’d receive later. 

Peeta held his arm out for you to take, and you gladly clung to him. 

“Shall we?”

You rolled your eyes, “Let’s get this over with.”

[pechaberriesandsoju]

DC brain rot taking over my life I apologize you may kill me for this but why does every art of doctor 14 I've seen just look like a slightly younger, happier version of Jonathan Crane. It's probably just the hair but like-

GRISPING YOU!!!!!

WHY WOULD YOU PUT THAT IN MY FUCKING BRAINNNNNNNNNNN??????????

[exifzilla]

Nah get ready for a nuke

IM GONNA DESTROY YOU TEM

[jeysmullet]

We both on this Zilla train 😮‍💨 girl he has me in a choke hold rn

ooo girl , it’s just something about his fine ass 🫦. I got something for us coming today so don’t worry ;)

[qualxon]

Draw 1998 Godzilla Jr. being friendly, but annoying legendary Godzilla.

As far as Goji goes, anything Zilla does annoys the hell outta him lol

T h one of the few reasons he genuinely even tolerates Zilla is because Fodie and Delmar are both friends with Ajax

[kaiju-overlords]

What if another dino-demon asked you for a kiss?

"Why don't they ask and find out?"

[sonicasura]

Godzilla x Bendy

Not sure how that would go, but I imagine a scenario where Gent succeeded in bringing whats inside the machine out, only for it to backfire and get out of hand, turning the entire earth into a twisted sepia-toned horror show. Almost everyone except maybe those in places like hollow earth is turned into toons and malformed in creatures, lost ones, and you got Audrey and the Ink Demon (Who's still considered a god to at least half the ink realm, and I'd imagine Sammy wouldn't slack in growing those numbers.) running around trying to fix shit. I'd imagine Godzilla would freak if the ocean turned to ink, or Kong would go ballistic if Jia was turned into a lost one or toon if it did make it into the hollow earth. So far, Kaiju are the only thing spared.

And I thought I was morbid. Lol

Yeah, I don't think GENT/Joey would be capable of enough to make an inky apocalypse just from destroying the machine. Definitely see a few towns get submerged by ink and the landscape around it mutilated into a hellscape. Monarch causes it off as who knows what could crawl from this disaster, much less the cause.

Here's my interpretation. Bendy is on the run and has been for a long time. GENT was forcibly taken over by a stronger company, the prelude to Apex as multiple workers caught got in the tech corporation's hidden illegal schemes.

Bendy had done all he could to destroy any information pertaining to the inky realm and damaged the ink machine so it wouldn't function. GENT was dangerous thus anything that could consume it can only be worse. Bendy's latest stop was San Francisco as he originally plan to restock on supplies.

Something that fell to the wayside when the Ink Demon stumbles upon a lost and scared 2 year old Sam Brody. The child been swept away from his mother in the crowd from a nearby festival. Bendy didn't know why but chose to secretly stay with Sam.

The Ink Demon been the boy's hidden friend for years until Godzilla soon reaches land fall in 2014.

I also have another idea involving Godzilla the Animated Series with Zilla Jr where an older Henry, Audrey and Bendy accidentally get caught up in HEAT's monster shenanigans when trying to recover the ink machine. Although I don't know how many people seen that rare gem.

[elendsessor]

There's a really cool fanmade found-footage style video about Godzilla(s) Vs the Gryphon https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=baMFh69gp98

Would be awesome if they include Zilla like this in the newer Godzilla movies, but that's probably never gonna happen

ooo definitely watching that!!! would kill for like. a cloverfield-style goji film.

as crappy as the 98 film is, there was some good ideas that came out of it!!! most though came from the tie in show. i’ve seen a few episodes and it’s solid, plus it had a bunch of mutated creatures that would probably never really be considered for any future godzilla films, so the gryphon could’ve definitely been a possible inclusion of it went on longer. it was just neat too—seeing how the nuclear stuff impacted other animals. yeah some kaiju are just big animals and heck maybe monsterverse would do it (skull island looking at you) but the dude got a girlfriend and everything.

thought you’re right about that probably not happening. with where the monsterverse is heading despite having a lot more big animal kaiju they tend to be a lot more alien, we haven’t gotten many films on the japanese side and they tend to be just the political stuff, and though we haven’t seen the griffon in action in any official media, it may be seen as “too bland” in design to be used. the reputation that era got doesn’t help at all either :(

it’s interesting to think about. monsterverse is really loyal to a lot of the older films so we need some unused kaiju to come back in. or more random alien races or cyborg women falling in love with humans. gotta get crazy with it.

[resolvebound]

The silence continued to stretch out between them, making itself comfortable. This was all fine with Zilla, who was relaxed behind her owl mask. Macbeth was a former criminal but there were some of those in Raven Tail so she didn’t balk much at that. Or at all. Then, an idea popped into her head and she reached into her pockets for her pencil and sketchbook — she always kept them close within her jacket pocket. “Excuse me, Macbeth, but do you mind of I draw you? I wish to draw this moment.”

@shadowqueens

It was surprisingly rare, in his experience, to find someone that didn’t feel the need to fill silences, who didn’t make the air crackle with unspoken emotion, and who didn’t display loud body language or unnecessary movement. Zilla’s presence, he’d decided, was okay by him. She was quiet. Peaceful. In fact, neither of them had spoken a word in quite some time and it was hardly noticeable, certainly not uncomfortable.

He rested with his arms folded and his eyes closed, mind playing a familiar game of visualising his surroundings as he enjoyed the light breeze around them. Raven Tail. An interesting guild. While he wasn’t entirely sure why the council had placed him there for the time being, he found it made a rather nice change from the usual guild he was forced to integrate himself with, Sabertooth. He contemplated their differences, and the potential meanings behind his presence here now, but such thoughts paused as his current companion spoke up.

Draw him? He opened one eye in curiosity, noting the sketchbook and pencil in Zilla’s hands. He turned the request over in his mind for a moment as he closed his eye again, then gave a small nod in response. “You have to show me once it’s finished,” he stipulated. He had quite an interest in drawing too, after all.

[tribalchief2112]

Make up

Warnings: 18+ Smut

Word count: 2.2k

Not proof read, sorry for any mistakes

First time writing smut 🌚🌚🌚

Zilla Fatu x Nyla Blake (Black OC)

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I rolled out the dough for my cinnamon buns as Jhené Aiko sang gently, echoing out of the speaker. For the first time in a while i felt peaceful: there was no one to bother me, no one to disrupt my happiness and no one in my space. My boyfriend Isayah, or better know as Zilla Fatu had gotten into an argument just over a week ago and I had been ignoring him ever since, after his questionable actions.

I felt like he had been putting more time and effort into wrestling rather than our relationship and I know it sounds selfish but it was truth. We both had pretty hectic schedules, with him training almost every day and me working at the hospital until the early hours of the morning, sometimes we were never able to see each other but I tried to make it work, I tried to put in the effort.

When I got in from work at 6am, he’d be leaving out to head to the pc. He’d rush past me hurriedly, placing a kiss on my cheek then practically running out the door, hardly acknowledging my presence. This cycle had been going on for weeks and became even worse when he went away for 3 weeks. I’d check in on him everyday, asking how training went, making sure that he was all okay in general. All I got back from him was dry two word answers. This break really made me question our relationship and when he finally got back I snapped. We got into a heated argument and ever since then i’d been giving him the silent treatment.

He’s been trying everything to get me to speak to him but I refuse to break until I receive a true heartfelt apology, which I knew wasn’t coming anytime soon.

Not even 2 minutes later, my peace and quiet evaporated into thin air as the front door slammed shut, letting me know that Zilla was home. With my back to him, I made sure not to acknowledge his arrival as he threw his bag in the closet and made his way to the kitchen, taking a water bottle out the fridge. I turned up the music and went back to my baking, spreading the cinnamon sugar all over the squared dough.

I felt him standing behind me, his eyes burning a hole through my skull. Nevertheless, I continued rolling the buns into a cylinder getting ready to cut them up. Before I could grab the knife, I felt his warm body come up behind me, forcefully pressing me into the counter as him arms snaked around my waist while he placed kissed against my neck. I felt my restraint slow slipping away as he grip tightened and he pressed into me further, causing my breathing to shallow and head to fall back.

Before he went to far and I lost all sense of composure and self respect, I shook him off my and went back to what I was doing, making sure to move to another part of the kitchen. Zilla sucked his teeth, following me over. ‘‘Why you still mad at me ma, can’t we fix this shit?’’ he questioned as his eyes pierced the side of my face. ‘‘We can’t fix shit until you apologize Isayah,’’ I mumbled, turning away from him.

‘‘What I gotta apologize for, I ain’t did nun wrong,’’ he spoke as the anger in his tone grew. I stared at him quizzically, wondering if what he said was a joke before a laugh fell from my mouth. ‘‘Are you fucking kidding me Isayah? You haven’t done anything wrong,’’ I questioned in disbelief. ‘‘For the past three fucking months you’ve neglected our relationship, neglecting me. You don’t make time for us any more especially when you’re away, you don’t even look at me.’’

‘‘Nyla cmon that ain’t true. How you gon’ stand there tryna tell me ion make time for you?’’ Zilla responded back, a sharpness in his tone. ‘‘Because it’s the truth Zay, all you do train then when you get back here it’s like… it’s like i don’t exist no more.’’ I shouted back as I felt the tears pooling in my eyes. ‘‘I don’t have the energy for this Zilla, just leave me alone.’’ I huffed with a deflated tone.

He stared at me for what felt like hours before he scoffed and went upstairs. Once I heard the shower turn on, I finally continued my task, cutting the cinnamon buns and setting them in a dish so they could rise. I tried not to let my talk with Zilla longer on my mind but it was so hard, all I wanted was to fix things so we could go back to normal.

After cleaning the kitchen, I went upstairs to our room to sort out my hair. It’d been sat in two braids for the past week and definitely needed some tlc. So I sat at my vanity, sectioning my hair into 4, soaking it with my spray bottle and added the moisturizer all throughout my hair making sure to finger coil some strands around my face. Before I had the chance to finish, the door to the en suite fell open as Zilla walked out with a towel round his waist.

I kept my focus on my hair as he padded around our room searching for his clothes. I frantically finished my hair then went back down stairs to the living room, not wanting to be in his presence.

As the night stretch on, me and Zilla kept our distance, him residing in our bedroom while I sat in the living watching whatever show I could find. My phone vibrated next to me, letting me know it was time to take the cinnamon buns out the oven. I jumped up from the couch and took them out, letting the beautiful smell flood the house. As I went over to the fridge to get the cream cheese frosting, yet again I felt a cold hand snake around my waist. Zilla held me tight against his body as he placed kissed up and down my collar bone.

‘‘Ma you know i’m sorry, just let me make it up to you,’’ he spoke inbetween kisses. ‘‘Just because you claim you’re sorry doesn’t change anything Isayah, you need to show me.’’ I said gasping for air.

‘‘What you want me to show you Ny?’’ he asked as his hand moved down to my shorts, moving them out the way to rub my clothed pussy. ‘‘Damn she already wet fa me. She missed me that much babe? Did she miss this dick?’’ Zilla teased as his hand slid my panties out the way, rubbing his two fingers along my slit before teasing my clit. The restraint I’d worked so hard to build slipped away before my eyes as I writhed against him, feeling his dick against my back side.

‘‘Zilla’s gonna make it up to you ma, I promise,’’ he spoke eagerly as he spun my around and threw his lips onto mine, engulfing me into a bruising kiss as my arms wrapped around his neck pressing against him. His hands traveled to my ass as he picked me up, carrying me to our room.

When we got to the room, he tossed me onto the bed as a ravenous look fell upon his face. Our heavy breathing filled the room as he dropped to his knees, pulling me to the edge of the bed removing my shorts and panties. He moved his head closer, his hot breath fanning against my pussy before his tongue darted out licking up my slit, taking my clit into his mouth.

My back arched off the bed as my hands made their way to his hair, tangling my fingers within it as I moaned in pleasure. Strained moans fell from my parted lips as my hips grinded against him chasing my nut. ‘‘Mhmm, you so wet for my baby, yo shit leakin down yo thighs. I missed my pussy so much, did she miss me?’’ He asked, lust laced in his voice as he added a third finger making me squeal.

‘‘Uuhuh Zay. Fuck. She missed you so much baby. Don’t stop baby please.’’ I continued to moan as tears fell from my eyes. My body felt like it was on fire as Zilla continued to demolish my pussy, fingers moving rapidly as he suckled my clit non stop.

‘‘Say my name baby, say my name before I let you nut. Let everyone hear who’s makin you feel good right now.’’ He mewled before adding a third finger causing a scream to rip from my lungs. ‘‘Isayah I… I can’t. Please baby I need to come.’’ I shrieked as my legs began to shake around his neck. ‘‘Ny say my name before I stop, you wanna come don’t you baby?’’ He teased. ‘‘What’s my name.’’

‘‘D-Daddy,’’ I screeched as I felt my orgasm rip through my body, causing my legs to shake rapidly as Zilla lapped up all my cum in his mouth, not missing a drop. ‘‘You’re such a good girl baby, cumming all in daddy’s mouth like that. Look at my pussy leakin n shit,’’ he laughed loudly.

‘‘Whatchu want now baby. Tell daddy want you want and make it happen,’’ as he hand gripped my neck, carefully squeezing it as his hand went back to rubbing my clit. I reached my hand out to pull his shorts down but he slapped my hand away immediately. ‘‘Use your words girl, let me hear you say it,’’ humor laced in his voice. ‘‘Fuck. I want your dick Zay please, I need it,’’ I moaned as he kissed me again moving around to take off the last remnants of my clothes as well as his.

My hazy eyes watched him intently as he lined his dick up against my pussy, rubbing it along my slit collecting my juices. I couldn’t wait any longer, I wrapped my legs around his waist trying to pull him closer but he just laughed at me as his free hand reached out for my ankles. ‘‘Look how needy you are baby, you missed daddy’s dick a whole lot huh? Imma show you what you been missing out on, imma do you just right Nya,’’ he exclaimed as he slammed into to me harshly, placing my legs on his shoulders so he could slam against my g-spot. My eyes rolled into the back of my skull as the relentless pleasure engulfed me completely.

Loud uncontrollable moans fell from my mouth as he pounded my pussy, let his hand travel to my neck again adding slight pressure. ‘‘Look at the mess you’re making on my dick baby look at it. This what I do to you ma, this how I make you feel? Good fucking pussy right here,’’ he spoke as moans slipped from his mouth. As I clenched around him, he moaned deeply into my neck as his hips slammed against me erratically. ‘‘Fuck Ny, you gripping me so good, I love this pussy, I love you,’’ he hummed into my neck as his hips snapped up yet again.

The pleasure over took me once again as my legs shook, falling back down around his waist, nails clawed up his back and teeth but down into his shoulder, trying to quiet my moans as gushy sounds echoed throughout the room. ‘‘Don’t hide from my ma, let me here you when you cream on my cock baby, let everyone hear how good I make you feel,’’ Zilla smirked as his hand darted down to my clit, rubbing it gently.

The familiar knot in my stomach began to grown again as I reached out to his torso, trying to push him away as it all got to much. My efforts failed drastically as he pinned my hands above my head, pounding into me desperately chasing his orgasm. ‘‘Don’t run from my now Ny, you wanna act like a big before so you gon take this dick like a big girl now. Tryna scratch up my shit and push me away. Uhuh. I wanna feel you baby,’’ He spoke as his hooded eyes stared me down intently.

Before I knew it, he exploded inside of me, his hips moving uncontrollably as my orgasm rippled through me, causing my eyes to roll back and tears to fall once again. Zilla collapsed ontop of me as we both road out our highs together. I went to wrap my arms around his back but he flinched slightly, remembering the marks that I left on him. ‘‘Shit baby, you tore up my back bad,’’ he laughed as he pulled out of me, both of his flinching at the emptiness we both felt.

Later on, we got into the shower, changed the sheets and got under the covers. ‘‘I am sorry for how i’ve been acting Nya, we gon talk it out properly in the morning. That cool?’’ He asked, hesitation laced within his voice. ‘‘That’s fine Zay, just promise you’ll work on your actions.’’ I pleaded with him as tiredness over took me. ‘‘ I promise you Nyla.’’ He said. And with that, we both drifted off to sleep.

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[gogogodzilla]

Helloo, i love how u write and this is my first time requesting so i hope u don't mind.

What abt reader giving harry head after a stressful day at quidditch? I imagine it like he whimpers and sorts.

Thank you!! <33

All to You || Harry Potter

harry james potter x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, facefucking, oral sex, gagging, both harry & reader are of age, slight dirty talk note: thank you for the request anon, and thank you everyone for 2k followers!!!!! <3 ✩ masterlist ✩

The roar of the crowd rivals the crack of thunder and the wind that howls throughout the quidditch stadium. Rain trickles down your forehead and you crane your head to catch a glance of your favorite scarlet uniform flying in slow, calculated circles high above the rest of the players. 

Tension crackles through the air as the match progresses, with each team trying desperately to get ahead. The bludgers seemed even more aggressive than usual, which, combined with the pounding rain and lower visibility, leads to some close calls that had your heart skipping a beat. 

There’s a shift in the air as Harry goes into a steep dive. The crowd erupts into cheers and gasps, and time seems to slow as he rapidly nears the ground. Milliseconds pass, and he reaches out a hand, ready to close around the golden snitch. You hardly have enough time to utter the first syllables of a warning before a bludger comes sailing through the air and into his side. You can’t tear your gaze away as he spins out of control, struggling to regain his balance. 

He reaches the ground hard, and you cringe as he rolls across the pitch. The Slytherin seeker seizes the opportunity and catches the snitch in their grasp. The other side of the stadium is a cacophony of cheers as silver and green banners sail through the air. A wave of dejection rolls across the Gryffindor section, and you sink into your seat. 

Slowly, the stadium clears as the Slytherin teams and their supporters celebrate their win. Mud squelches under your boots as you make your way across the pitch. Harry stands slightly away from the rest of his team, his broom clutched tightly in his hand. 

You call his name softly as you approach. He doesn’t look up as you take his hand in yours. 

“Sorry you had to see that,” he says after a moment. 

Your gaze softens as you look at him and lightly squeeze his hand. “Let’s get out of the rain,” you murmur, gently tugging him toward the locker rooms. 

As you enter, you wave your wand, drying your clothes as you walk toward his locker. It does little to ease the chill that seeps into your bones, and a shiver runs down your spine. Harry quickly pulls his uniform top over his head and digs around his locker for his clothes. The sight causes a different kind of shiver to course through you. 

You lean against the locker beside his, pressing your back against the cool metal. “Are you doing okay? That was some hit you took,” you question as your gaze drags down his abdomen. 

He glances in your direction, and a grin spreads across his features as he notices what’s drawn your attention. He raises a brow as your eyes meet his, and you purse your lips.

“Wanna make it feel better?” he teases as he pulls a sweater over his head. 

You step forward and wrap your hands around his waist, spinning him to face you. Your hands dip under his sweater and splay across his torso. He tenses under your touch, hissing softly as your fingers graze against his injured side. 

You look up at him through your eyelashes, and his breath shudders for a moment before he nods. Slowly, you use one hand to push up his sweater, taking in the blooming bruise against his ribcage. 

You sink to your knees and drag your lips across the exposed skin on his stomach. Your free hand wanders across his thigh as you trail kisses down his abdomen. You trace your tongue just above his hips, pressing sloppy kisses against the skin just above his waistband. 

You rest your cheek against his hip as your hands wander across the growing tent in his pants. Harry’s breath quickens as you pop the button on his pants and slowly, agonizingly tug his zipper down. 

You dip a hand into the waistband of his briefs and release his cock from its confines. You wrap your hand around his cock, giving it a few tentative strokes. You’re practically drooling at the sight, and Harry whimpers as you twist your wrist with each pass over his length. 

You look up at him as you bring your lips to his cock, pressing featherlight kisses along his shaft. You take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the leaking head of his cock. Harry bites his lip, stifling a groan as he leans his head back. 

He reaches down and gently tangles his fingers in the hair at the nape of your neck, guiding you as you begin bobbing your head. You steadily take more and more of him while your hand strokes what you can’t reach with your tongue. 

Harry moans and whimpers out honey sweet praises as you have him at your mercy. You rest your palms against the back of his thighs, beckoning him closer. He’s quick to indulge you as he matches the bobs of your head with a quick thrust of his hips. The head of his cock reaches the back of your throat and you gag around him. Harry pulls back just long enough for you to catch your breath before he’s urging his cock down your throat once more. 

It brings tears to your eyes, and Harry cups your face, wiping your cheek as he does. 

“Doing so good for me, love,” he praises, his voice breathy and strained. “So — fuck, so fucking good.” 

With a few quick thrusts of his hips, he’s cumming with a strangled groan. He releases his hold on you as his orgasm washes over him, and you bob your head around him, milking him for every last drop. 

Whimpers escape Harry as the feeling of your lips around him becomes too much for him to bear, and he gently tugs you off of him. He tucks a stray hair behind your ear before pulling you up and capturing your lips in a kiss. 

You pull away, “Feel better?” 

“Much better,” he replies, grinning. 

[pechaberriesandsoju]

You- makes a post about having a lil drink after a stressful day Anon- STOP BEING AN ALCOHOLIC GET SOME HELP like???? lol look at this loser won't even come off anon

NAHRHRHYDUSDB RUDEYYYYY BESTIE PLEASE AHSHHSS

I'm waiting for this to evolve into something else like Jesus ajsjsjjshdhdbdbd

[dreamyvill]

Open arms

Based on Jhene Aiko’s “Above and Beyond”

“Catch you whenever you fall”

“I come whenever you call”

“I don’t deserve this at all”

“Why you breaking my heart”

zilla fatu x reader

Angst

Taking a deep breath looking at the video one more time, you’re on again-off-again boyfriend for the last two years having a good ole’ time at the club and if it wasn’t for that fact that he’d been ignoring you for the past two days and it was dawning two in the morning. You might’ve just let it go but it had been the same cycle for the last couple of months.

In the beginning of your relationship it had been typical honeymoon stage lasting almost an entire year before the trouble started, at first it was small things with zilla’s interaction with fans, which was warranted because of him starting to get more exposure and fans mostly female, the small winks turned into handshakes then, hugs and before you knew it he was basically Chris brown at those damn meet and greets.

To top it all off with his traveling he’d go a long time without talking, it was too much and you’d broke off for about seven months and moved out of our shared house then zilla kicked into overdrive trying to win you back. The communication was amazing he’d stop being so touchy and staying out late and now five months later it was starting again.

There had been times where you’d pop up and show your birthday suit(ass) but that only got you carried to the car, taking home, and given some apologies and some phenomenal make up sex.

This whole cycle was annoying and you were getting tired of this shit, locking your phone and the door to your apartment. Times like this made you thankful you’d never moved back in with him after the first breakup.

Getting into the bubble bath singing and scrubbing yourself to Ashanti, Jhene aiko and a little meg and glorilla. Getting out and putting on some cozy pajamas relaxing and eating your food.

It wasn’t until you’d been in a deep sleep that zilla remembered you it seemed, trying to ignore the heavy fists on your do hoping he’d stop before realizing a minute later that he wasn’t going to stop, not wanting your neighbor to complain or call anyone you slowly got out of bed and made your way to the door.

“Can I help you zilla?” You asked the taller, tatted Samoan man, seeing him look upset as his eyebrows were scrunched and its top lip was tucked in.

“Why you playing with me, huh?” He asked stepping in, wobbling a little bit clearly a little drunk.

“How’d you get here isayah I hope you didn’t drink and drive?” You asked closing the door and going into the kitchen to grab him some water.

“Answer my question!” He slightly raised his voice looking you dead in your face.

“I’m not playing isayah.” You answered giving him the water before trying to head into your room which of course he didn’t let you do, blocking you in.

“Watch out please I’m trying to go to sleep.”

“Am I’m trying to talk to you and your being childish and petty.”

“How am I being petty and childish because I’m done with you.”

“You done? Why are you tryin’ to leave me?” He asked his voice getting soft almost as soft as the eyes he looked at you with.

“Yeah this back and fourth of you doing whatever so we’re done.” You said trying to get away from his hand warm hands that were holding you close.

“Baby you know I love you.” He said almost charming his away back into your pants, closing your eyes and leaning into the feeling you’d missed.

“Nah I don’t know that at all isayah, excuse me.” You said trying to get out of his arms but it only made him hold you tighter.

“How?” He questioned

“I shouldn’t have to tell you shit honestly you know what I want you just making choices at this point so I’m done now let me go right now.” You fought against him.

“Im sorry” he said letting you go seeing you weren’t playing. “I’m going to do better I promise it’s just- it’s just what isayah?” You interrupted getting angry.

“Huh what this excuse last time it was the distance and being tired from work, now what’s the excuse?” You asked easing your voice watching as his face started to scrunch again and is softened face dissolving.

“Do you love me?” You asked again taking a deep breath and calming down.

Hearing the question making his body perk up “of course I love you I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t love you, Tiny you gotta know that I been fucking up but you gotta know I love you don’t even play like that.”

“I’m not playing I don’t feel this love and I damn sure don’t see it so I’m done, I shouldn’t have to tell you to spend time with me your making us, feel like a job and it hurts because I love you and I show you that consistently so when I’ve seen you put in effort to get with me I expect it to be real and not just a front. So I’m done with this zilla.” You said finally going into your room and locking the door.

I don’t like this but I wanted to post something for zilla

[randomdeinonychus]

I haven't seen much about this on Tumblr, but earlier in July these images began making the rounds, with the original source being a mysterious sale listing.

As you can see, the images sure seem to show an actual, official Bandai Movie Monster series vinyl figure of Zilla. No one is sure if it's an excellent fake or maybe even a custom figure, but it's super convincing if it is either of those.

I hope the answer is that someone managed to get their hands on an upcoming figure release and leaked it, because it looks pretty cool and I know my son will love to have it if it turns out to be real.

[qualxon]

Since you are taking requests, could you have Caelignis meet Zilla Jr. so they can talk about their daughters?

First order of business upon meeting: swapping stories about the kids

[kaiju-overlords]

How have you survived the exterminations?

"Gotta say it wasn't a cake walk in the beginning, before I got to be where I am, I had a hard time hiding considering my size. That was only with the first extermination I went through though, I was more prepared afterwards, and now his highness even let's me hide in his palace during the extermination."

"I was... under the Vees protection during my first extermination... Zilla helped me make a hiding spot that I hide in now for exterminations, no one knows about it except for her."