#zilla answers

[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]

If you're bi, why do you have so many men f/os?

Do you hear yourself??? Do you hear yourself??? Do you see how you type???? DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU ARE SAYING?????

SOME OF MY "MALE" F/OS ARE NONBINARY AND GENDERFLUID TO ME BTW LIKE GENIE AND PLASTIC MAN AND DEADP.OOL!!! HELLO???

[exifzilla]

Nah get ready for a nuke

IM GONNA DESTROY YOU TEM

[kissedlver]

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.

[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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[trippiexlove]

Heart of a Woman

Author Note: Based on the song Heart of A Woman by Summer Walker. Y'all chose it! I hope you enjoy. If you want to leave a song request for a one shot please comment on this post. Check out my master list for other one shots / stories.

Warning: Smut, Angst, P in V, Oral (f! receiving), Profanity, Praise, Toxic Relationship

Pairing: Zilla Fatu x Black OC

Word Count: 3,210

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Only thing that saving you...

Is a Heart of a Woman…

Indya leaned over the large island in the kitchen of the house she shared with her boyfriend of three years, Isayah. 

Pissed wasn't even the word. She was livid. 

Moments ago she received a random message from an unknown number. It was a message every woman dreads to get. 

A coming to you as a woman message. 

Normally she would ignore it, majority of the time it was just women trying to ruin their relationship. She knew how popular Isayah has become in the last year. His wrestling career really taking off this past year. She knew groupies came with this lifestyle. She had trusted him. But this was a constant cycle they went through. 

But this message was different. It had actual concrete proof. Pictures, screenshots and screen recordings of multiple messages and FaceTime calls.

She couldn't help but to feel the hurt and betrayal. Most of all she was more upset with herself. Knowing that this wasn't the first time, but continuously keep giving him second chances. 

She was so focused on the messages. Continuously scrolling through them, in denial, trying to find something that didn't make this true. The more she kept looking it the more she became upset. Indya was so focused on the messages until the familiar ringtone, signaling an incoming FaceTime from Isayah, came to her phone.  

When she answered the phone she could see he was outside somewhere. Seem like he was talking to someone beside before his focus turned to the phone. "What's up ma, you good?"

"I'm coo'" she was very short with him. Her attitude evident as he furrowed his brows together. She walked into the living room, propping the phone on the table before sitting on the couch. 

Isayah could sense her energy through the phone. "You sure? Yo' tone says otherwise" concern laced in his voice. 

"Who's Erica?" She didn't waste any time, crossing her arms waiting for an answer. 

Isayah scrunched up his eyebrow, a look of confusion on his face "What'chu talkin' about?"

She rolled her eyes before continuing to speak. "I won't ask again Isayah," she stated pointedly "who is Erica?"

He looked away briefly before looking down into the phone "I don't know what'chu talkin' bout Indy"

"So we're going down the route of acting like we're dumb" she nodded her head. She grabbed her phone off the table, going to the message thread. Once she pulled it up she sent all the messages and screen recordings to him. 

Isayah phone dinged from the other end. She watched his face as he read through the messages. He kissed his teeth, exiting out the thread. "Indya that's someone I used to deal with a long time ago. Haven't seen that girl in years"

"Do you really expect me to believe that?" Indya frowned. "You must take me as a dumb bitch if you think I'ma just let you sit here and lie to me when there's fucking proof!" she raised her voice. Getting more and more upset. 

"You just gon' believe her over what I'm tellin' you. I'm yo' man right?" Isayah voice rising with every word. 

"Are you my man though?" Indya lifted an eyebrow. She stared right back at him as he shot dagger through the screen. 

"Indya, stop fuckin' playin' with me. I told you I ain't seen that girl in years, the fuck you trippin' for?" Indya was token back from his words, before nodding her head.

"You know what since you wanna play dumb, I'll act fucking stupid. Go be with that bitch and stay the fuck away from me. You're single, fuck you!" Indya hung up before he could get another word in. She threw her phone down, before placing her head in her hands. She felt the tears that have been threatening to fall for a while. The constant ringing of her phone, as Isayah kept calling and texting, sounded throughout the living room. 

After a while, she wiped her eyes before grabbing her phone and blocking his number. Heading upstairs to sleep the night off. 

[Few Days Later]

Indya was out on a girl's day with her best friends, Sabrina and Tara. They got her out the house to take her mind off the fight she had a few days ago with Isayah. Refusing to let their friend to wallow in her feelings. 

They spent the day shopping, getting their nails done, and were currently at their favorite restaurant to have lunch. 

After placing their order with their server, Sabrina looked over at Indya. "We've been avoiding this conversation all day, but I think it's time to address it" Tara nodded knowing what Sabrina was getting into. "How are you feeling Indy?"

Indya sighed, throwing her head back slightly "I think I am just more mad at myself for continuing to keep taking him back."

"You can't be upset with yourself about that," Tara grabbed Indya's hand "It is not your fault that he can't grow up and see what an amazing woman he has and to treat you accordingly"

Sabrina nodded in agreement before adding in her two cents "You have been nothing but great towards him and will literally drop everything just to make sure he's ok. We all make mistakes but it's just how we learn from it"

Indya nodded. Taking in her best friends words. "It's just so hard because I really do love him." she sniffled a bit, wiping the tear that fell. 

"We understand girl," Tara sympathize with her best friend "but sometimes love isn't worth the hurt he's causing you" 

"What do you plan on doing now?" Sabrina asked as she leaned back in her chair. 

Indya sat in silence for a moment, she knew what she had to do. The decision didn't come so lightly "I'm done and forreal this time. I can't keep doing this"

"We your girls, we love you and will support you" Sabrina smiled grabbing her other hand. Tara nodding in agreement.

Indya blinked back more tears smiling at both her best friends. Truly appreciative of them. "Thanks I love y'all"

Soon the server brought over their food and the conversation shifted to something lighter. For the first time in a last few days Indya felt a weight lifted off her shoulders. Forgetting about the drama and enjoying the rest of the time with her best friends.

They paid the bill once they were done. Hopping into Sabrina's car, she started heading towards Indya's house. When the pulled up Indya sighed when she noticed Isayah's car in the driveway. 

He was back after being gone for a week due to having shows and appearances. Sabrina looked over at Indya, a certain look in her eye. "Do you need us to come in with you?"

Indya shook her head as she grabbed her keys out her purse "It's fine"

"You sure?" Tara leaned up from the front seat "We can just go in and beat his ass real quick and get your stuff"

Indya softly laughed at her friends "I promise I'll be fine. I'll text y'all"

"Ok," Sabrina said unsure "you better text us"

Indya promised she would text them as she got out, Tara taking her place in the passenger seat. She waved bye to them before walking up to the front door. She blew out a breathe before unlocking the door going inside. 

When she walked in Isayah was standing in the middle of the living room. She turned to the door locking it. 

"Where you been?" Isayah questioned, watching her every movement. Indya ignored him, throwing her keys in the bowl by the door. Walking right by him. He furrowed his eye brow as he watched her walk towards the stairs.

With quick movements he grabbed upper arm, making her turn towards him. "You hear me talkin' to you" 

"Unless you're here to admit to what the fuck you did, we don't have shit to talk about" she tried ripping her arm away from him. This caused him to grip tighter. 

"I keep telling' yo' ass that ain't shit happen between me and that girl" His frown deepened looking her dead in the eyes. 

"She literally sent me screenshots of y'all messages!" Indya felt her temper slowly increase the longer he held her arm. She was beginning to become frustrated.

"Her ass could've faked those messages and yo' goofy ass sitting here believin' them!" He raised his voice slightly. 

Indya widen her eyes in shock. In disbelief of what he said. She pushed on his chest, finally releasing herself from his grip. "Explain the pictures and videos of y'all on FaceTime then Isayah! Do you think I'm dumb?!"

"Indya tread lightly on how you speakin' to me. This is your warnin'" He squinted his eyes her direction. This only fueled the petty side of her. No longer caring how she was making him feel. 

"I don't give a fuck, you ain't scaring shit over here. You can go be with that bitch and y'all both can be hoes together!" She turned to go up the stairs, but before she could, she was pulled back. 

Isayah wrapped a hand around the based of her throat, pulled her close which made her look up his towering frame. She slightly shuddered at the the look in his eyes. His eyes going completely dark, a mix of anger and lust lingering inside them.

"I done let'chu get fly at the mouth one too many times. Now it's time for you to listen to me" Indya was getting upset with herself for just how quick she submits to him. Knowing that this was the issue in the ever ending cycle of their relationship. 

First their good, then she catches him cheating, he uses his manipulative ways, he dicks her down and then the cycle starts over. 

He could see the wheels turning in her head. Knowing she was going to try to resist he quickly scooped her up, making his way up the stairs to their shared room. 

He plopped her on the bed, hovering over her. Placing both hands on the sides of her head. He leaned down placing kisses along her neck and behind her ear. 

Indya didn't want to fall into the same old pattern again. She took her hands, pushing against his chest. "Isayah we can-" her breathe hitched as he sucked on the spot right below her ear. 

Surely leaving a mark, he took one of his hands trialing down her sides til he reached the hem of the shorts she was wearing. His hands found their way in, brushing against her wet folds. 

Indya softly moaned, arching more into his touch. He entered one finger in her, groaning at how wet and tight she was. He leaned up to look her in the eyes, entering another finger. Indya moaning out as he quickened his movements. 

"What were you sayin' baby?" Indya couldn't make up any coherent sentences, as her core tightened. "You want me to stop?" When he didn't get a response he slowed down "Do you want me to stop?" his voice deepened. Indya eyes popped open looking at him.

She whined as she moved her hips, desperate for any type of friction. Isayah took his other hand, placing them on her hips to still her movements. "No I don't want you to stop" completely submitting to him.

Satisfied with her answer he pulled her shorts and underwear off, leaving her lower half completely bare. He removed his shirt, throwing it across the room.

He left wet kisses trailing down her chest and stomach til he was leveled with her intimate area. 

He skipped all the teasing, quickly latching on to her sensitive bundle on nerves, switching from flicking his tongue across it and slightly sucking on it. His fingers entered her once more. 

Indya loudly moaned at the double stimulation. She grabbed at the sheets on the bed, trying to ground herself. "F-fuck Isayah .. I'm cumming" 

Isayah sped up the strokes of his fingers. Hitting her spot continuously, Indya reaching her climax soon afterwards. 

Isayah sat up, cupping her chin with his hands "open up for me baby" Indya stuck out her tongue, knowing exactly what he wanted. He stuck his fingers in her mouth, letting her lick off all her juices off his fingers. Once she was done he brought her into a searing kiss, tasting her sweet essence. 

He pulled away looking her deep in her eyes. "Face down. Ass up. You better arch how I like it"  he stated in a commanding tone.

Indya wasted time doing exactly what he said. Arching her back just how he liked. Isayah let out a groan of approval, sending a smack to her backside. 

As Indya waiting in anticipation, she heard the soft sound of a zipper, as Isayah shredded the last bit of clothing, coming up right behind her. She felt Isayah glide the tip between her wet folds. 

He slowly pushed in, Indya moaning out as he stretched her out. He stilled for few moments to allow her time to adjust. "Fuck, you're so tight for me ma" 

Craving more, Indya moved her hips back. Isayah taking it as a sign, picking up his rhythm quickly. Indya screamed out as he practically fucked her into the bed. 

She brought her back against his abdomen, trying to slow him down. He quickly grabbed her wrist, pinning it against her back. "Ain't no running. You been talkin' yo' shit, talk it now" 

Indya couldn't think, her brain clouded by the immense pleasure he was giving her. 

"I-Isayah I can't!" she moaned out loud. Feeling that familiar burn in the pit of her stomach. 

"Shut the fuck up and take it. This what'chu wanted right" Indya moaned loudly, Isayah groaned as he felt her clench around his length. He knew she was getting close and stopped all movements causing Indya to whimper. "You don't get to cum til I tell you to"

Isayah grabbed her other arm, holding both in one hand. He rammed back into her, causing Indya to gasp loudly. Isayah's strokes were relentless. 

The only sounds throughout the room were their skin slapping together, "Fuck, look at'chu takin' it for daddy so well" He sent a smack to her backside, Indya moaning at the stinging sensation. 

"Baby I can't hold it," she let out a breathy moan, her climax being so close "I need to cum please" she begged desperately. 

Once again Isayah stopped his strokes abruptly, pulling out of her. He laid down, pulling her on top of him. "You want yo' nut, you gotta earn it" 

Indya straddled his waist, reaching back grabbing a whole of his length. She slowly slid down, both groaning at the contact. He took a hold of her hips, bringing her down more, engulfing all of him.  "S-shit"

Indya placed one hand on his chest as she slowly went up and down. She moaned at the new angle she was in. Isayah hitting a new spot. Indya threw her head back as she picked up the pace. 

"Who pussy is it" Isayah wrapped his hand around her throat "hmm, tell daddy who pussy this is"

Indya gasped, feeling that burn in the stomach "Fuck daddy it's yours"

She rotated her hips, earning a deep guttural groan from Isayah. "Fuck, you ain't leaving' me." He moaned out again, feeling his release brewing "Damn, you feel so good baby keep it right there." 

She smiled inwardly. Feeling a little motivated sped up her movement, the grip he had on her hips tightened. "Isayah I'm cumming" she whined out. 

Isayah felt her movements slow down, he sent another smack to her backside causing her to whimper. "Keep goin' and you better not fuckin' stop, daddy cummin' wit'chu" 

With his hands wrapped around her waist he assisted by moving her faster up and down. Indya let out a drawn out moan as she released.

Her released triggering Isayah's own, pulling her into a searing kiss as they both came down from their euphoric high. 

Indya woke up, feeling extremely groggy and sore from the events earlier. She groaned as she turned over, seeing Isayah still sleep. She heart feeling heavy, remembering everything that happened. 

She reached for her phone seeing she had multiple missed calls and messages from Sabrina and Tara. 

Bri🔥: Indya are you good? Bri🔥: I swear if something happened I will sliced tf out of that big ass Samoan idc Tara❤️: Girl you need to call us back. Tara❤️: Bri is going crazy over here. You better call soon or we're pulling up.

Indya quickly texted them both back, telling them that she was ok and that she would explain in a little bit. She noticed it was a quarter after midnight. She quickly but quietly got up, throwing her clothes from earlier back on. 

When she looked back at Isayah, she felt rage start to build inside of her. Many thoughts were going through her mind. Then an idea clicked. She acted quickly, going into the closet and started grabbing his clothes. 

She moved quietly, not wanting to wake him up. She walked outside going over to Isayah's Mercedes, stuffing the clothes in there. She repeated this process about 3 more times. She grabbed the keys, backing the car away from the house. 

She went back inside grabbing the bags she had already packed, putting them in her car. Turning towards Isaiah's car once more, she took a lighter out of her pocket, flicking it on. 

She hovered the flame over a piece of clothing til it caught the flame. Quickly spreading to other article of clothing. 

Indya stood there for a moment, staring at the flame. Feeling it burn away all the hurt Isayah has cause her, feeling a sense of calm. She was quickly token out of her trance when she heard noise come from the house. Knowing it was Isayah coming, she quickly got in her car, starting it. 

When she started backing up she saw him run out the house with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. 

He saw his car in-flamed, his eyes widening in shock and rage "Indya what the fuck?!"

"Have fun with that bitch!" She quickly pulled off as he tried running towards the car. 

Indya couldn't help but laugh but also cry as she felt the overwhelming feeling of freedom and her shoulders feeling lighter. 

She didn't know how she did it but she found herself pulling in to Sabrina's house. Grabbing her things, she walked up the short walk way, knocking on the door. 

The wait wasn't long, as Sabrina quickly opened up the door, staring at her friend. Eyes drifting to the bags beside her. Without saying a word she grabbed a bag, leading Indya in the house and to the guest bedroom. 

She turned towards Indya, stood in the middle of the room. Silently crying. She brought her into hug as Indya began sobbing on her shoulder. 

"I am here for you. I am so proud of you, finally choosing yourself" She let her cry on her shoulder for a while til she stopped. She pulled out the hug, wiping her friend's tears. "Get some sleep and we'll talk in the morning" leaving the room. 

Indya sighed, going into one of the bags, changing into a pajama set. She crawled in the bed, engulfing herself with the pillows and blankets, sleep finding her quickly. 

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Summary: “Heart on your sleeve like you've never been loved,” After being in an abusive relationship Imani decided to close herself off until she gets drafted over to the Raw Brand bumping into her best friend Jimmy as she started to catch feelings for him, but will her heart let her fall for him?

Jimmy Uso x Imani Blackwood

word count: 5432

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

Again mdni you have been warned.

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FLASHBACK 6 Imani has been putting in a tremendous amount of effort to pursue her dreams of becoming a wrestler and an emerging artist. As she strives to stay focused on her career, she realizes that her progress has improved without the surrounding drama related to Jordan, who she hasn't heard from in a while. This silence has left her feeling a bit uneasy, but she is determined to keep moving forward.

She refused to let it bother her, focusing instead on the song she was crafting in the studio during her day off. As she immersed herself in her work, she felt her phone vibrate. Glancing at the screen, she noticed that Zilla had called, so she decided to answer.

OTP Isayah📌: yooo mani what's hannin Mani💫: heyy um nothing much just working on a song that I've been working on lately hbu Isayah📌: at work you know same old same old Mani💫: yeah I feel you on that one Isayah📌: but that's not why I called you tho Mani💫: what's up? Isayah📌: Jordan's homeboys came into the place looking for you and I told them that you weren't here Mani💫: what?? Isayah📌: Yeah, they tried to get aggressive with me but as soon as I reach for my bag they scary asses left in a heartbeat Mani💫: sigh I'm sorry all of this is happening rn Isayah📌: Mani it's not your fault you're just trying to live your life and it seems like Jordan doesn't seem to pleased Mani💫: fuck that nigga he's tryna make my life miserable because he's not apart of it I'm just tired of it Z Isayah📌: I understand fasho that's why I tell you if you need anything I'm here hell the whole fam gotchu fasho. Mani💫: I appreciate it honestly you guys are like the most supportive family I could ever have Isayah📌: you know we gotchu Mani but I gotta go I'll ttyl? Mani💫: yeah ttyl

CALLED ENDED

Imani let out a heavy sigh, wishing for a swift resolution to the turmoil with Jordan. She felt weary of his aggressive and manipulative behavior, all stemming from her desire to move forward in her life.

Even if she were to find a new partner, she would likely end up pushing them away because of Jordan. His erratic behavior was genuinely frightening—so much so that she feared he might harm anyone who got too close to her, and that thought filled her with dread.

She felt the need to maintain her defenses and safeguard her heart, ensuring that she wouldn’t allow herself to fall in love with anyone because of him and him alone.

She will always find herself in solitude.

FLASHBACK OVER.

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Imani had just wrapped up her match against Nia, securing another victory. As she settled into her locker room, preparing for her interview with Jackie about her aspirations for the rest of the year, she heard a knock at the door. She called out, inviting the person to enter.

She turned around as soon as she heard the door click shut, and her face lit up with a smile when she saw Jey standing there. With a sense of warmth, she continued to gather her belongings for the night.

She hadn't received any messages from Jimmy since their last conversation. Lately, she noticed he had been sharing a lot more about his girlfriend, Trinity, and for some strange reason, it stirred up some unease within her. Still, she tried to push those feelings aside.

She finished packing her belongings into her bag, focusing all her attention on Jey.

"What's up Joshua?" She spoken.

"I was just checking in on you, to see if you were okay." Jey said as Imani nodded her head.

"I'm okay, for sure why?"

He rubbed the back of his head, glancing up at her with a concerned expression. "So, is everything okay between you and Jon?" There it was—the question about her and his brother. It seemed Jimmy hadn’t mentioned what had transpired the last time they were together.

Imani remained silent as she hoisted her bags onto her shoulders, preparing to address the situation. "We haven't had a conversation since the day he showed up at my apartment, and now I see he's posting about Trin more often. Whatever we had is clearly finished, and I really don't want to discuss it any further," she expressed, just as she was about to leave for her interview when Jey intervened.

"C'mon Imani, he's only doing that to make you jealous," Her? Jealous of Trinity? that's funny.

Imani couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at his words. "I'm not bothered by this at all. I told him to sort things out with her, and he really took it to heart," she said, casually shrugging her shoulders. On the surface, she appeared unfazed, but beneath that calm exterior, a wave of anger and jealousy washed over her. It stung to think that it wasn't her by his side, capturing those moments in photos.

"Mmcht, whatever mani. I know you but I'm throwing a party tonight if you tryna slide," he said.

Imani reflects on her past experience at a party where she and Jimmy were caught up in a passionate moment, almost like they were lost in their own world. This memory makes her uncertain about how she would feel attending another gathering like that.

"I'll think about it, just send me in the addy." As she stepped out the door, she made her way toward Jackie for the interview.

As she made her way down the hallway to meet Jackie, her phone buzzed in her pocket. Glancing at the screen, she noticed a text from Jordan, and a heavy sigh escaped her lips. Today was not the day for his drama, and she felt a wave of frustration wash over her.

J💔 sent a message

J💔: tell yo' Samoan niggas to gtfo because I don't play about mine and you look hella sexy in that outfit mama I miss you

Imani couldn't help but roll her eyes at the message he sent. The thought of falling in love again filled her with dread, especially considering how intensely Jordan felt for her—his feelings seemed even more overwhelming than before. To protect Jimmy, she felt that distancing herself was the only choice; she simply couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to him.

She realizes that pushing him away was a mistake, especially since she feels uncertain about her own desires. However, deep down, she was trying to shield him from Jordan, aware that Jordan would harm anyone who got too close to her unless it was him.

Jimmy was understandably hurt, but he was with someone he should be trying to resolve things with. Instead, she chose to text Jordan back before putting her phone away in her bag.

IMESSAGE 💬 Mani💫: nigga ain't nobody worried about you and keep missing it because you'll never get it back 😒 J💔: I will have you back nobody is finna take me away from you mama and you know that Mani💫: you tryna take these good opportunities away from me all bc I didn't want you anymore J💔: if I'm not apart of it ofc imma take it away tf? Mani💫: you're not my fucking daddy nigga I am a grown ass women whether you like it or not so fuck off J💔: you better not be with that Samoan nigga either I told you his ass will be dealt with Mani💫: who I be with is none of your fucking business bitch so gtfo with allat and leave me alone. J💔: bitch...yk what...I gotchu don't worry baby I gotchu...

Imani had chosen not to respond, walking over to Jackie instead. The two embraced warmly, just as the cameraman signaled for them to begin the interview.

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Imani sat in her car after her interview with Jackie, contemplating whether to attend the party Jey was hosting at his place that night. She was aware that both Jimmy and Trinity would be there, and she felt it was best to maintain some distance to avoid any potential conflicts or drama.

Jimmy's presence has a profound effect on her; it’s clear that she struggles to maintain her composure when he’s near. However, she understands that tonight might be different, especially considering the events of their last encounter.

Imani chose to send Jey a message, informing him that she was heading to his house for the party. She resolved to brush off any concerns about Jimmy being there, and if his girlfriend wanted to confront her about him, she hoped she was prepared for the challenge.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a pre-rolled blunt, lighting it as she took a few calming puffs. Afterward, she exhaled a cloud of smoke into the air. For her, cannabis was a way to cope with stress; whenever life became overwhelming, she would roll a blunt and smoke it to maintain her peace of mind.

As she drove toward Jay's house for the party, she immersed herself in the music from her playlist, hoping to drown out the worries and fears that had been weighing on her since arriving in Atlanta.

It felt as though she could never find peace unless Jordan was constantly messaging her, and now with the situation between you and Jimmy, the tension between you two is palpable.

The way he kissed her and touched her had a profound effect on her, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions inside. Being with a man like him was overwhelming, and it felt as if he was just as lost, caught between proving his love for her while being with Trin. Pushing him away was her only option, even though it pained her to do so; she just wanted to protect him from any harm.

She often found herself reflecting on the moments when he would surprise her at her studio, bringing along food while she immersed herself in her music. Jimmy would shower her with affection, and before long, they would find themselves entwined on the sofa, lost in each other’s embrace.

Imani finished the last puff of her blunt just as she arrived at Jey's house. With a quick flick, she tossed the remnants onto the grass and rolled up her window. Turning off the engine, she grabbed her purse and keys, making her way to the front door. Feeling euphoric from the smoke, she silently hoped that nothing would disrupt her blissful high.

Imani knocked gently on the door, her heart racing as she anticipated someone on the other side. To mask the lingering scent of weed on her clothes, she spritzed some perfume on herself. Just then, she heard footsteps approaching, accompanied by the sound of laughter echoing from behind the door.

She noticed Jey opening the door, a red cup in his hand, and a warm smile on his face as he embraced Imani.

"You finally showed up girl, you look high as fuck by the way," Jey said as Imani chuckled at him.

"Damn, I thought you wouldn't notice me being high." She said softly tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Mane, Imani I know you dawg. You got some more rolled up or what?" Imani nodded as Jey welcomed her into his home. She took a moment to observe the gathering, recognizing both familiar faces and those she had yet to meet at the party.

Her gaze swept the room, searching for Jimmy and Trin, determined to steer clear of them. Jey led her to the kitchen for a drink, and it was there that she spotted the two of them, completely wrapped up in each other, looking so affectionate.

She seemed oblivious to their presence as Jey offered her a bottle of Jack Daniel's cocktails, expertly opening it for her. As she took a sip, her eyes appeared heavy and red, gazing down at Jimmy with an intensity that suggested he was something she could devour. Yet, deep down, she understood that she needed to keep her distance from them.

In that moment, as she strolled by them with the scent of weed lingering in the air, Trinity unexpectedly blurted out something surprising that took Imani completely by surprise.

"Girl, you can move with allat for real." She said.

"What the fuck are you talking about? I just got here and you already bitchin' Jonathan get yo' girl before I do," Imani responded as she had seen Trin walking up in her face.

Imani felt no fear from Trinity; instead, she stood firm, fully aware of the kind of approach Trinity was taking. "You just mad because my nigga don't want you and now you up in here tryna prove a point. Why don't you go back to that nigga that was beating on you,"

Imani let out a soft laugh, trying to maintain her composure despite the tension. Just then, Jimmy intervened, pulling Imani away from Trin. She quickly yanked her arm free from his grasp and looked at him with a piercing gaze from her dark eyes.

"You don't know nothing about me bitch, so how about you keep yo' fucking mouth shut and hell it's not my fault yo' nigga be in my guts every single time he's with me. You must not be good enough hon." Trinity had shoved her, making her lose her balance slightly, while Imani forcefully pushed her, resulting in her landing hard on her backside.

Trinity rose from the ground, attempting to strike Imani, who quickly seized her by the hair. Imani retaliated with a series of powerful punches to Trinity's face, landing blow after blow. Eventually, Imani managed to bring Trinity down, positioning herself on top as they both engaged in a flurry of punches, rolling and grappling on the ground.

Jey rushed over to understand the commotion, noticing Imani and Trinity on the ground, fiercely fighting. In a frantic effort to separate them, Jimmy pulled Imani away while Jey did the same for Trinity.

"Let me the fuck go! I'm not finna have her disrespect me and talk about my fucking past like she knows me!" Imani yelled as she attempted to shove Jimmy away, unaware that he was much stronger than she was.

"Girl fuck you! You're just a fucking slut! wanting some dick from someone else's nigga! you're not on my level little mama!" Imani pushed Jimmy aside and sprinted toward Trin, landing a punch squarely on her face. Hair flew from Trin's head, cascading to the ground, while shards of glass scattered across the floor.

Jimmy struggled to keep Imani from wriggling free as he carried her up the stairs. She was thrashing and making a scene, much like a small child. Once he reached one of the guest rooms, he set her down and forcefully closed the door, taking a moment to catch his breath.

"What the fuck is yo' problem Imani!" He shouted at her.

Imani scoffed at him, "my problem! My fucking problem is you have this bitch talking reckless to me like she fucking knows me Jonathan!" She shouted.

"You could've just walked away mani! Because I know how you get and this was the prime example!" Mani was taken aback that he found himself standing up for Trin, especially after the way she had treated him.

She paused for a moment, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, gathering her thoughts before she resumed speaking. "I knew this was a bad idea for me to come to this party I just knew,"

She sighed softly, "you know what, it's all good. Ion know why I'm trippin' for you know?" Imani suddenly bursts into laughter, surprising Jimmy for a moment. He knows that when she laughs like that, it usually signals that she's about to get emotional.

He brushed his fingers through his hair, watching as her eyes filled with tears, growing more sorrowful by the moment. He wanted to reach out to her, to comfort her, but she gently shook her head, signaling him to stay back.

"Don't...aight just fucking don't...I need to go before I lose my mind..."

"C'mere Imani..." Jimmy said as she shook her head while backing up slowly. "Nah, you stay right there. I'm not falling for this again."

Jimmy was indifferent to her words at that moment; he recognized her vulnerability and understood that she needed him, and only him. Despite her retreating steps, he continued to approach her with determination. "C'mere Imani...don't be doing this shit..." Imani found herself pressed against the wall, her heart racing as she watched him approach, step by step.

As he drew nearer to her, their gazes intertwined, and the tension between them intensified. Their faces were mere inches apart, with their noses gently brushing against one another.

Her wide, innocent eyes revealed everything, prompting him to encircle her hips with both hands, gently stroking his thumb along the curves of her body, igniting a flutter of excitement in her heart.

"you gon' stop doing this shit...knowing how bad I want you but you keep on pushing me away why?" Jimmy asked as Imani avoided eye contact with him.

As the song "Mutt" by Leon Thomas played softly in the background, Jimmy gently cupped her chin, guiding her gaze to meet his eyes.

"I'm scared Jon...I'm literally fucking scared..." she confessed.

"Scared of what? Imani we had this conversation before I'm not going to hurt you nor harm you mamas," he said caressing her cheeks gently.

She shook her head, "I'm tryna protect you Jonathan...from Jordan I don't want nothing happening to you..." The reality of the situation was that her motivations weren't rooted in a desire to heal or advance her career; they stemmed from her feelings for Jordan and the influence he had on her.

He would often threaten to harm those close to her if things didn't go his way. If he had discovered that she and Jimmy were together, he likely would have lost control and tried to hurt him.

Jimmy gazed into her eyes, noticing the worry reflected there. He leaned in and kissed her softly, pulling her closer as she encircled his neck with her arms. With a gentle lift, he cradled her thighs, securing them around his waist, and carried her toward the bed.

He gently held her on the bed, intertwining his fingers with hers as he positioned himself between her legs, keeping them securely around his waist, ensuring she felt his presence and warmth without ever letting her slip away.

The kiss lingered, slow and profound, allowing him to savor every moment with her. He was completely captivated by Imani, and it showed. His tongue danced within her mouth as he gently tugged at her shirt and jean shorts, prompting her to lift her top, revealing her delicate white lace bra.

As she unbuttoned her shorts, she pushed her hips upward, gradually removing them while their kiss grew more passionate. Jimmy followed the curve of her jaw with soft kisses, moving down to her neck, where he began to suck gently, reminiscent of a vampire's embrace.

"J-Jimmy..." she moaned softly.

He looked up at her as she stepped back, his gaze fixed on her while he removed his shirt and ripped jeans, revealing his striking Versace red boxers. Imani let her fingers glide over his tattooed skin, appreciating the artistry etched across his body.

"You don't need to protect me baby, nothing isn't going to happen to me I promise...I gotchu baby." He reassured her.

"He's crazy Pooks..."

"And I'm crazier than him you were mine before he came into the picture he's not important but you're." Jimmy slithered his hand down her damped folds and began rubbing them through her panties causing Imani to bite the bottom of her lips never leave eye contact with him.

Moving her panties to the side he slowly sticked two fingers inside of her causing her to gasp softly making her back arched against the mattress, he pulled his fingers out of her licking his fingers in the process.

"You taste so sweet for me baby," he got on the bed fully while taking off her panties throwing them somewhere while getting comfortable placing his face between her legs.

He kissed both ends of her thighs and then placing a gentle kiss on her wet folds causing her to flinch from his touch while he gazed up at her grinning.

SMUT WARNING Jimmy began French kissing her wet folds while his tongue was swirling around her clit causing Imani to squirm around since it's been a minute since they did something like this.

His tongue lapped around her clit as he sucked on it while Imani's eyes were rolling in the back of her head tugging on his curls the high she was feeling washed over her looking down at him seeing his dark gaze at her.

"Fuckk, Jimmy..." she moaned softly.

"Mhmm..." he responded back as the vibrations of his hums made her pussy pulse against his lips holding onto her thighs so that she wouldn't run away.

She felt him sticking two fingers inside of her wet cunt thrusting in and out of her as she arched her back some more almost scooting away from him which caused him to pull her back while slurping her up like no other man would not even her ex boyfriend Jordan. "Don't...do that shit.."

The way his voice was dark and deep it just turned her on even more as she relaxed her body letting him eat her out like she was his dinner, his fingers curled up deep inside of her having Imani in a trance while bucking her hips towards his movements.

Jimmy smirked at what she was doing causing him to sped up his pace with his fingers.

"Oh my godddd, Jimmy..."

"Keep calling for me mamas, I'm right here baby."

He worked her over with his tongue watching her lose herself because of him and only him, it became too much for her but she didn't run from it knowing how he'll get as he knew her body way more than she did.

Pumping in and out with a fast manner as his lips never left her sensitive bud was driving her crazy holding onto the sheets for dear life.

Within minutes she felt a pit go down her stomach tapping Jimmy on his biceps signaling him that she was about to cum, "Use your words mamas,"

"I-I'm...ouuu fuck...I'm finna c-cum Jimmy..." she warned him.

His dark eyes were staring at her tauntingly saying, "C'mon then...make a mess on my face coat, coat up my beard nicely mamas,"

His tongue was swirling circles around her clit pulling back on her folds before heading back in curling up his fingers so good.

Imani let out a satisfying moan as her orgasm washed over her causing her to roll her eyes in the back of head along with her legs shaking feeling him slurping everything single drop of her milk cream she had coming out of her.

She flinched at how sensitive her clit was seeing him place gentle kisses on her thighs before pulling away seeing his beard coated up with her milky essence.

Jimmy pulled down his boxers throwing them somewhere seeing his long, meaty. thick dick spring up hitting him in his stomach he made it jump showing how badly his cock missed her.

He pulled her towards the edge of the bed while stroking his dick seeing pre-cum dripping out he begins to align himself inside of her entrance.

Slowly pushing his dick inside of her warmth as they both let out a satisfying groan, Imani pulled him closer to her body feeling Jimmy giving her his deep, long, strokes that she loved so much.

She pressed her lips on his as they passionately make out wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Fuckk..." she murmured.

Both of their tongues were fighting for dominance as the kiss deepened with Jimmy trailing kisses down her jawline like he did before going towards her neck sucking the other side while his dick was pushed all the way in then pulled it back out hearing nothing but sticky noises from her milky essence.

"Tell me you want me..." he whispered in her ear.

"I-I want y-you...only you daddy," Jimmy thrusted his hips deeply inside of her causing Imani to tug on his curls.

"You want me mamas huh? you fucking want me?" His hand was wrapped around her throat pounding his cock away inside of her.

She let out a loud moan holding onto his wrist looking into his seductive eyes nodding her head since she couldn't get her words out of her mouth to say it. With his other hand he gave her love taps on the face before slapping her left ass cheek. "Jimmy...ouuu fuck..fuck fuck,"

Jimmy threw his head back in pleasure loving the way her pussy swallowed him whole seeing all of her cream coating up his cock so well, he was breaking her into two pieces showing her how much he wanted her, to love on her the way she needed to be.

He wasn't going to let her slip away from him this time.

His dick was gliding against her g-spot so well as he circled his hips making her toes curl upward while doing so he wanted her to feel every single inch of him.

"You love me? Huh tell me you love me?" He demanded quickening up his pace feeling her French tip nails dig into his biceps causing him to hiss but he didn't mind it.

"God, I love you so much Jimmy...you know I love you." Imani mewled out while biting the bottom of her lips she caressed his face as he was in it.

"I love yo' cute ass too mamas, pussy so good too good," he let go of her throat leaning in for a kiss which was long and deep making her forget the pleasurable pain that she was experiencing at the moment.

He pinned her arms above her head tonguing her down making her feel loved and appreciated like she deserved to be.

Jimmy kept his fingers interlaced with hers fucking her passionately not wanting to be rough with her only if she asked that would be his cue to do so, the air thicken around them due to the heat that was forming against their bodies along with the room smelling like sex.

"Imma love the fuck outta you, you hear me? You're too precious baby," Jimmy had switched positions now Imani was straddling him as she held onto his shoulders  bouncing up and down on his dick.

Their skins were slapping against each other feeling Jimmy's hand guide her movements with his dick kissing her cervix up. "Ouuu daddy....i love you so so much..." He smiled at her tracing kisses down her body unclamping her bra that she had on still holding onto her breast while swirling his tongue around her nipples.

Imani felt so good wrapped around him like a Christmas present it was driving him insane she threw circles around his dick causing him to moan softly when she did it.

"Keep throwing that shit in circles mamas, I love that shit, sexy ass." He was throwing compliments after compliments at her like no other.

Imani felt an another pit going down her stomach bouncing on his cock even harder with determination to chase her high letting her body do whatever, feeling a slight sting on her ass cheek.

She continued to twirl her hips around his cock feeling his dick filling her up so well in the process it had her mind being all foggy, Jimmy pressed his thumb on her clit rubbing it a circular motion.

"Shit, ouuu shit," she mewled out feeling her lose herself. "Yeah, squirt for daddy baby, c'mon make a mess on me." His words hit her like a storm as she felt her legs shaking while her juices spilled out from her causing her to collapse on his chest.

Jimmy bucked his hips upwards while gripping onto her hips tightly pumping his dick in and out of her now sensitive cunt hearing her let out a loud cry.

"Too much daddy! Too much!"

"You gon' take this dick like a good girl you hear me?" He growled as Imani held onto him tightly.

Jimmy was sending her over to the oblivion with her cries turning into hiccups pummeling her insides in, he could feel his dick twitch inside of her.

Biting down on his bottom lips gazing down at her seeing her face turning up whenever he hit the right spot making her feeling dizzy. "You belong to be baby,"

"Yes," hiccups " I belong to you Jimmy...only you.."

"Ohh, fuck I'm finna nut mamas...I'm finna fucking nut,"

Jimmy had slammed into her one last time before pulling out of her letting his nut shoot ropes after ropes onto her back while rolling his eyes in the back of head letting out a guttural moan escape his lips.

He slowly stroked his dick some more making sure he got all of his nut out of his system before holding onto Imani close to him catching their breaths together.

SMUT OVER.

Imani rested her head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat gradually slow, echoing softly in her ear. She looked up at Jimmy, his hair tousled and wild from the sweat. He let out a soft chuckle, planting a gentle kiss on her temple before lifting her up and heading toward the bathroom to help her freshen up.

After sharing a warm shower, she and Jimmy nestled together in bed, with Imani gently tracing her fingers over his tribal tattoos, captivated by their intricate designs. Meanwhile, Jimmy lovingly caressed her lower back in soothing circles. They both agreed to forgo the party happening downstairs, cherishing the opportunity to enjoy each other's company in this intimate moment.

"You love my tattoos don't you?" Jimmy asked.

"Yeah, they're so beautiful honestly. I never thought you would get tatted do your tattoos have a meaning?" She said looking Into his eyes.

"Just representing my culture that's all mamas," Jimmy had tucked a strain of her hair in her ear before placing a soft kiss on her lips.

He gazed at her, captivated by the familiar smile that had always warmed his heart during their teenage years. "Did you really mean it when you promised to love me the way I’ve always needed?" As she spoke, he lowered his eyes, gently stroking her cheeks with tenderness.

"I did mean that shit, you deserve it. Because you're so precious mamas I wish you could see the way I see you."

He gently turned her onto her back, positioning himself above her, creating a sense of closeness. One hand rested on her waist while the other softly tangled in her braids.

His gaze was steady, unflinching.

"You're my best friend and I love you but more than that," He mentioned that his voice had a low and resonant quality. "I don't care how crazy that fool think he is just know imma be there for you even it's long distance since we are in different brands imma be there."

Imani pressed her lip between her teeth, sensing her heart race.

Jimmy grinned playfully, leaning closer until his nose gently touched hers.

"I'm not letting you slip away from me again," he murmured, his lips grazing against hers. "you belong to me not him or nobody else you're mine."

Imani took a deep breath, gently gliding her hands over his face and tracing the contours of his beard, fully aware of how much he cherished this tender gesture.

"I'm yours Mr Fatu?" She whispered.

Jimmy laughed softly, pressing his lips to hers while gently stroking her thigh.

"Yeah, you mine like I said little girl,"

Imani smiled slyly, drawing his face nearer to hers.

"Gotta prove it to me then,"

They suddenly heard a knock at the door, accompanied by Jey's familiar voice calling from the other side.

"Yo! Uce! Is you and Imani good?" He shouted.

 She and Jimmy exchanged amused glances, laughing softly, "Yeah, we're all set, Uce. We'll be there in just a minute."

As they shared a moment away from the party, laughter filled the air while Jimmy rested his head on her stomach. Her fingers gently wove through his curls, and they savored the tranquility of their connection for a little while longer.

"Can we stay like this until it's time for us to go home?" Imani asked.

"Of course baby, anything for you."

FRIENDS

A/n: yall think Jordan is going to find out about this? From his homeboys And crash out?

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

05

[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]

You're so aggressive. Why do people like you? You're like a bomb waiting to go off. You should just leave or die at this point.

This is why anon is going off for a while! Thanks for the stereotype that I'm an aggressive Hispanic woman! How fun! Now get the fuck off of my blog.

[usoinked]

Unfinished Business (Zilla Fatu X Black Reader)

Summary: You were in your third semester of college….and so was your ex…who happened to be Zilla Fatu. Both of y’all had a MESSY breakup over the summer and it did not help that you both had the same class…and in that class there were assigned seats. It also happened that your assigned seat was next to him. Oh boy….

CW: Explicit Language, Slightly Toxic Relationship, Smut, 18+ MDNI, Freaky Voicemail

Word Count: 3.9k

Note: Aye this is catered to Black Female Readers, don’t like it? Don’t read it👏🏽

If you weren’t so mad at him and you two never broke up, you’d be the happiest person in the world…his tattoos, the way he looked, the grills he would occasionally wear….you got distracted by all of it….well that was when you looked at him that is….lets try not doing that and just getting through the semester first.

The fall semester was in full swing, and you couldn’t avoid it anymore—the inevitable proximity to your ex….Zilla Fatu. College life had a funny way of bringing the past rushing back, and despite the summer that had passed, the remnants of your messy breakup still clung to you like the damp air after a storm.

It had been a bad breakup—one of those “I never want to speak to you again” moments. And yet, here you were, three months later, forced to sit beside him in Introduction to Modern Literature. The university had a cruel sense of humor, assigning you both seats in the back row, where the world was small and the awkwardness was unavoidable.

The first day was tense. Zilla sat down beside you without a word. You didn’t acknowledge each other, the space between you filled with an electric silence. You both avoided eye contact, pretending like you hadn’t shared months of laughter, fights, and even something much deeper that neither of you were prepared to unpack. Every now and then, you’d catch a glimpse of him—the way his dark hair tapered neatly on the sides, blending into a clean fade that framed his face just right, with a hint of stubble tracing the jawline—enough to suggest ruggedness, but not quite a beard, his broad shoulders slightly hunched over as he stared at his notebook like it had the answers to all the questions in the universe.

But the silence was unbearable. By the second week, you could already feel things shifting. The quiet was thick with tension between the both of you. It was silent enough to hear a pen drop or the point of a pencil move across a sheet of paper.

It was an unspoken agreement, of course, that you’d keep your distance. You weren’t friends anymore. No, that title had long been ripped away. But when your professor assigned a group project, guess who was in your group? Zilla. And to make it even worse, it wasn’t really a group, it was just the two of you.

Great. Just…fucking great.

He didn’t say much when the announcement was made. He simply nodded at you, letting his jaw clenched. A brief thought crossed your mind as you wondered if he was as irritated as you were. But that was the thing with him…he was always so unreadable. Ugh.

The next few days passed in a haze of forced politeness. During class, you avoided his gaze. In “group” meetings, you worked separately, exchanging an occasional sentence, but never going beyond the required academic pleasantries. It was much easier that way. Except, deep down, you both knew the truth. There was still something lingering between you two, something…unfinished.

One Thursday afternoon, after a long meeting in the library, you found yourself packing up your books, the dull thrum of your heartbeat being the only thing louder than the chatter around you. Zilla was by the door, texting on his phone with his back turned to you. You had a choice here: walk out without saying anything, or do something that might finally break the ice.

You approached cautiously, your fingers twitching as if they had a mind of their own. When you were just behind him, he glanced up, his eyes locking with yours for a very brief moment. That flicker—those dark eyes you used to lose yourself in—hadn’t changed one bit. He didn’t speak immediately, and neither did you. But the silence between you went from awkward to charged very quickly.

“You really finna go the entire rest of this project not talking to me?” you finally said, your voice betraying the emotions you were trying so hard to bury.

Zilla’s expression softened for a second, but then his face hardened, a sigh slipping from his lips before kissing his teeth. “It really ain’t much to talk about. You think I wanna be here, doin’ this witchu?” His voice was rough, the words laced with frustration.

You raised an eyebrow, a fire flaring inside you. “Oh, so now it’s my fault we stuck in this shit? You think I wanted this either?” you snapped, crossing your arms. “You the one who broke it off like that, Z. You the one that was ass at communication. No texts or phone calls yet you out wit other bitches and having them hugging all on you and shit. You had hoes all over you acting like you ain’t have a whole ass girlfriend. So yeah I went off on you, the fuck you thought was gon happen?”

He glared at you, nostrils flaring. “I ain’t want to keep doin all that, they was on me but at the end of the day I came back to you though. Ain’t none of them bitches had my dick but you. Ain’t nobody ever had my attention for real but you. But that’s yo problem, all that overthinkin’ and shit, you wanna keep stressin’ over dumb shit. I was tryna move on, but you stay actin’ like I’m the problem. You ain’t innocent either. The fuck was you on the phone witcho ex for?”

You stepped closer, heat rising in your chest. “Nigga please, you played in my face bruh. You had a ho posting you and shit with heart emojis and yo ass ain’t even bother covering the camera. So yeah I got some get back on your ass by being on the phone with my ex and having a conversation, it wasn’t even about nothing serious. He was just telling me ‘bout how he moved out of state. I might not be perfect, but you sure as hell didn’t make it easy. Yo ass just flipped out and left, Zilla. Like I was nothin’ forreal. Then I don’t hear nothin’ from you at all and only reason we seein’ each other now is because we got a fuckin’ class together and some project.”

“The fuck you mean it wasn’t even about nothing serious. That’s yo ex Y/N, and you on the phone with him. You lucky his ass wasn’t here, he would’ve got beat the fuck up forreal. Ion even play them type of games and you know that shit. That nigga shouldn’t even be in yo contacts.” His voice was dangerously low as his jaw clenched.

“And them bitches shouldn’t even have they hands all over you while you ain’t doing shit about it. You over here smiling and having a good ass time while yo shit on Do Not Disturb! You had a whole fucking girlfriend Z!”

“And you had a whole nother nigga in yo ear while you had a boyfriend!”

For a moment, the anger in both of you swirled in the air like a storm about to break. Your bodies were damn near touching by this point as you both looked at each other with both hurt and anger in each other’s eyes. It felt like an eternal stare…but then, something shifted. Zilla let out a breath, his shoulders dropping a bit. The anger wasn’t gone, but the intensity began to slowly fade.

“Look…I ain’t tryna blame you. But I was hurt, ight?” He paused, then added quietly, “You hurt me too, Y/N, when you pulled that shit.”

The words caught you off guard. You hadn’t expected that. For a split second, it felt like the air between you cleared, and the weight of the past few months was a little lighter. But before you could respond, he turned and started heading toward the exit.

“Whatever. I ain’t tryna drag this out right now,” he muttered, but there was no anger in his tone, just exhaustion. “Let’s just finish this project shit. We’ll talk later or whatever.”

Later that night, after the day’s classes had ended, you returned to your dorm room. You were halfway through unpacking your bag when there was a knock at your door.

Your heart jumped in your chest. You stood still for a moment, mind racing, before you were pulled out of your thoughts by another knock. After slipping on your pink bedroom shoes, you walked over and pulled it open. And there he was—Zilla. The same Zilla you just had an argument with earlier and spend weeks avoiding prior to this project. But tonight, he wasn’t avoiding you. And with the way you opened the door, it didn’t look like you were avoiding him any longer either. The conversation from earlier came flooding back to your mind and it only left you staring at him, so much so that you didn’t even hear him talking to you. You could only focus on his gaze, getting lost in those damn eyes, with that happening and the spat you two shared earlier filling your mind, you might as well been zombified.

Once his gaze met yours, you saw something in his eyes—a hesitation, a question, an offer all wrapped into one. But he was also staring at you. The way your dark brown faux locs hung just above your waist, your matching butterfly pajama set hugging you in all the right places, and how beautiful your lips were from the lip gloss that was clearly fading away but still visible enough to be seen.

“Can I come in? Ion think we done talkin’,” he said simply while his hands were stuffed into the pockets of his pants. He had on a black hoodie but you recognized that black hoodie anywhere. It was the one with the design in the back that had the words “Would You Fuck Me?” around it. It matched the Nike shorts that were just short enough to show off his leg muscles. Combined with the white socks and high top panda dunks. He looked so fine and smelled so good. You could smell his Valentino up close and it matched him well. But hell nah. You weren’t about to give in just yet.

You stepped aside letting him inside actually wanting to hear what he had to say. Your roommate was currently staying the night at her boyfriend’s house so you had the dorm room all to yourself.

Once he entered, you closed the door behind him with a soft thud. A brief silence fell among the both of you before he broke it. His voice being low but stern as if it was filled with purpose. “You starin’, I look good or sum?”

“Something like that. Anyway, whatchu here for? I don’t got time to play these type of games. That project is almost finished and we still got a week left to do it. So what else could you possibly be here for?”

“You can ask why I’m here” he said before stepping closer to you where you were forced to back up until you couldn’t anymore. “But the real question is, why did you let me in here?” He said stepping even closer to you where you realized you couldn’t go anywhere due to your back being against the wall. His body towered over yours a bit and you two were only inches apart at this point.

“Why it matter?” You said trying not to let your voice betray how you truly felt but failing miserably due to it cracking right at the end. That seemed to amuse Zilla who only muttered in response as his eyes scanned up and down your frame. “It don’t” he said before taking your chin into his hand and planting a semi soft kiss on your lips.

This motherfucker bruh. But you knew you wanted that just as bad as he did. You missed him just as much as his actions were clearly showing how much he missed you. Your lips found their way around his as the kiss became more heated. His tongue slid across your bottom lip but rather than wait for you to grant him entry, his teeth came crashing down on your bottom lip making you gasp in response. Perfect. Just as your mouth opened, his tongue slid into your mouth and both of you fought for dominance which of course he won. Asshole. As your make out session became more intense, you grabbed a handful of fabric from his hoodie as you struggled to breathe. Eventually he pulled away with just a string of saliva connecting you two. You panted a moment taking in his features before you grabbed his face again and pulled him into a passionate kiss. While you two were engaged in another tongue war, you both moved to your room. The swift turn of your door knob and swinging of the door let you both to all familiar territory and with Zilla kicking the door behind him and a loud click solidifying your privacy, you both fell into that same feeling of tension all over again.

He was such an asshole bruh. But his dick felt so fucking good. Y’all definitely had some unfinished business alright. Although the blush couldn’t physically be seen on your face, your face felt like it was on fire. The rougher his thrusts got, the louder your moans became as your nails dug into the grey sheets that adorned your bed. “Hnnn, fuck!” You moaned out before quickly clasping your hand across your mouth as face fell in between the sheets. “Mmm nah ma, they gon’ hear yo ass tonight” he said, his tatted hands wrapping around your neck lifting it up as he pounded you from the back. “Everybody finna hear how you take me” he breathed out as your pussy clenched around him and your legs started to go numb.

“W-What i-if we get a n-noise com…plaint?” You forced out as you tried to keep your moans down slightly. “I don’t give a fuck about non’ of that, we done did this shit too many times. And even if we do oh well. This pussy the only thing on my mind right now” he muttered before his rhythm increased and the sound of flesh slapping against each other, moans, and grunts were the only things filling the room. “Understand me, huh?” Your insides felt like they were being explored in all the right ways, none of the arguments you two had mattered because the way he moved inside of you never changed. The way his dick pumped in and out of you made your mind go completely numb. “Y-Yes sir” was all you could manage to get out as his length pushed in and out of you, your pussy stretching with each push and pull motion.

“Where yo phone at, ma?” He said having a seductive tone of voice with a hint of mystery. Just as you were about to answer, your phone pinged and your heart almost dropped. It was from your messages and the smirk Zilla once had turned into something much more sinister. His eyes darkened and his jaw clenched as he reached over to your phone and grabbed it before looking at the text message. “And this nigga still texting you? Ight bet” he said with his thrusts getting rougher and rougher by the second. Your moans filled the room as some of them came out like gasps of air. Your pussy was as wet as can be and the way his cock stretched it out only made the knot in your stomach build even more tension.

“F-Fuck! Ugh! I-I’m gonna cum” your eyes rolled behind your head as some loose strands of your braids fell in front of your face. You didn’t even care, they weren’t tied back because you didn’t necessarily anticipate doing anything with Zilla or even him coming over to begin with.

“That’s right, Y/N, cream on my shit” he uttered with a soft growl behind it as your breaths became ragged and your body shook all over from how bad your orgasm took over it. You couldn’t feel anything but the wetness between your legs and how full you felt from the fact that Zilla’s dick was currently pumping in and out of you WHILE you were losing yourself on him. You didn’t even hear the fact that he pressed the record button on your phone. This motherfucker made a voicemail….and it turns out he wasn’t finished. In one hand he held your phone and in the other, your neck found its way inside of his free one. Just as you were catching your breath you felt his hips move again, back to that same rhythm that he had before. Your moans became background noise before he replaced them with his voice for a brief moment. “Aye nigga, don’t call or text her no more. She busy creamin’ on me and she gon stay like that. Tell em’ ma” he said before biting his bottom lip, his grillz being the only thing visible.

“I-I’m b-busy right now.” That’s all you could manage to say before you heard the send notification and the thud of your phone as it hit the nightstand, your moans following close behind as his other hand made its way down to your clit. “Ugh!” you moaned out as your walls stretched further, drawing him deeper inside of you. “R-Right there! I’m g-gonna fuckin’ cum a-again!” your back arched slightly as you threw your ass back onto him in pure desperation. “Yeaaa throw that shit back at me, just like that.” He said while nailing your g-spot over and over again, making it more than clear that you belonged to him. “Look at chu, and you thought that nigga ever had a chance of nailing yo shit like this. Yeaaa, look back at me while you cream on this dick again though” his muscles tightened with word, his tattoos contorting with them ever so slightly. His hand tightened around your neck seductively, enough to feel pressure and give you a sense of who you belonged to as your head leaned back, your eyes full of desire and need. His grills though, his tattoos, the way he was making you feel and how he looked while doing it, It was a sight to behold, one you got to take in for as long as you wanted to.

You felt your muscles tighten up as the knot in your stomach began to come undone. “I’m c-cumming, I’m c-cumming! Fuck! Zilla!” You screamed out as your body trembled in his hold as you lost all feeling in it for a brief moment. That second orgasm hit you like a tidal wave and he felt EVERY BIT of it as your nails dug themselves into your sheets literally pulling over half the sheet towards you, where they were inches away from coming off the mattress. “That’s right, god damn babygirl” his voice low and husky, you could tell he was close to. From the huskiness in his voice to the twitching of his dick, it was more than apparent. And as much as you knew he was a bad idea to let him nut inside of you, you wanted it so bad due to getting lost in the feeling.

You quickly turned around wrapping your hands around his dick rubbing it up and down in circular motions, your hands twisting around it perfectly before taking him into your mouth. The inside of your mouth was already warm but his dick made it feel even warmer, he was STILL hard but the anticipation of him cumming in your mouth lingered. Your tongue wrapped around the tip, the taste of precum adorning the back of your tongue as your free hand made its way down between your legs. Even though you were dripping already, you wanted the overstimulation. The tension. The build up to yet ANOTHER orgasm while being filled in a different way made your mind take a break from reality.

“Ohh shit, ah. Yea eat that up f’ me. So fuckin’ pretty takin’ me like that” he said taking your locs and holding onto them as your eyes met his. “Keep lookin’ at me just like that” he said sliding his hands further down to the base of where his grip was, as if his hand was the rubber band tying your hair together. With that he started to push your head forward making his dick slide deeper into your mouth, his tip starting to inch closer and closer to the back of your throat. It felt so violating but so great at the same time. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes as your fingers reached deeper inside of you. “Gag on that shit bae, so fuckin’ beautiful” he growled out as his grip became harsher and the slight taste of salt became even more apparent. The way he slutted you out was incomparable, he knew how to make you cry, how to make you cum, how to make you gag, and how to make you just literally fold for him. The corners of your mouth were sore from being stretched but that didn’t stop you from opening it further and gagging the moment you felt it becoming too hard to breathe. And apparently that shit sent him over the fucking edge because without a single warning other than a slight pull on your hair, your mouth was covered in his fluids as tears dreamed from your eyes. The amount of pleasure you also had from this, his groans from cumming in your mouth and also the building knot in your stomach was so overstimulating and you loved it. Your head was completely spent and your fingers wouldn’t stop moving around as your hips rolled back and forth on them. With a sudden curl of your digits, your moans were completely muffled due to your ex’s dick still being in your mouth. Your stomach moved up and down from the feeling of your orgasm taking over as your eyes rolled back slightly due to you getting lost in that moment of bliss.

You watched as his head came back down as his eyes locked with yours. “Swallow it” he commanded as his tatted hands caressed your face, wiping your tears away. With a soft gulp, you all of his seed was gone. It was just you with his skin flavored lollipop in your mouth. But that only lasted for a brief second as you slowly pulled away with a soft pop. You looked so out of it but that didn’t stop him from wrapping his hands around your face and pulling you towards him. The two of you engaged in a sloppy make out session that left you yearning for more, the slight taste of metal from his grills and the way your body pressed against his was all the confirmation you needed. Your hands gripped onto his broad shoulders as you relished the moment you two had. Even if y’all weren’t together, you two would NOT be able to keep your hands off each other. As you slowly pulled away from the kiss coming down from your high, you could only breathe out soft words. “That voice mail better apply to them bitches that be all over you.” He kissed his teeth while letting his hands glide down to your ass before giving it a hard smack as he gripped your flesh into his hands. “Yeen’ gotta worry about that mama, this the only attention I want right here.” He said before biting his lip, flashing his top grills. “It better be” you said before wrapping your arms around his neck and sharing a passionate kiss with him once again.

Fin ᡣ𐭩

Note: Omfg🤭🤍 This man is tewwwww MESSY. Leaving a voicemail is wicked but it was hot so yeah hope y’all enjoyed!

Note #2: So sorry I haven’t posted in a while I’ve been working on this one and wondering what to do 😭

Credits to divider owners: @inklore, @miuji, @anitalenia, and @fairytopea!

[ceceswithnopizza]

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

[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."