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i feel like dk would have a huge thing for like playing with u, like you’re both just resting in bed but he’s been getting u all worked up slowly by fingering u a bit n just playing with your pussy but not making u cum until u can’t wait anymore, n when you wanna cum he takes his underwear off n fucks u instead <3

he wouldn’t even set out with the intention to mess around, he just loves touching you. a hand on your thigh, an arm around your waist… he just loves feeling connected to you. he can’t help that touching you does things to him— who could blame him??

soon enough whatever had been playing on the tv is forgotten and he has two fingers inside of you as you writhe around on the mattress and whine at him.

“seokmin, please,” you beg.

“please what?” he taunts as he presses up into that spot that drives you crazy.

“please, harder…”

his fingers stop moving altogether while he pretends to think about it, leaving you even more frustrated.

“i’m having too much fun,” he decides.

you whimper pitifully as he continues to finger you at the same pace, building you up and up but never quite getting you there.

you let him play with you for as long as you can stand it, eyeing the bulge in his sweats that only gets more and prominent as time goes on.

you think he’ll eventually let you cum— you even get close a few times but seokmin knows your body like the back of his hand and always stops before you can truly reach the edge.

finally, when you think he’s had enough ‘fun’, you try appealing to him again. “baby?”

“hm?”

“i wanna cum.”

“you want to cum?” you nod eagerly. “how bad do you want it?”

“so bad, seok.”

“okay, baby,” he concedes.

your sigh of relief breaks off into a whine as he slides his fingers out and sucks them clean.

you blink up at your boyfriend in confusion, your eyes full of betrayal. “wha-“

“you want to cum, right?”

“yeah but-“

seokmin climbs on top of you so that he can position himself in between your legs, pushing his pjs just below his ass.

“won’t cumming on my cock feel much better than on my fingers?” he asks.

you’re still pouting as you nod. “i was so close already, though.”

seokmin leans down begins to kiss your neck, pausing only to murmur against you. “i know, angel. don’t worry, i’ll make it up to you. you’ll cum so many times you’ll forget to be mad at me.”

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mentally a living corpse

[im-gemmy]

NSFW

Monster lover that you can only see on Halloween. He comes at midnight on October 31st, already hard and ready to feel your fat cunt wrapped around his cock.

You’re soft and warm, waiting wearing the lingerie he sent for you. The moon shines on your bare skin, and the lingerie is tossed aside before he can truly appreciate you in it.

He’s insatiable. The beast can only be with his love a singe day every year. He’s been holding back, waiting to be inside of you, to fill you until your chubby belly is distended and full of his cum.

He kisses along your neck, wanting to savor the taste of your skin and the sound of your moans.

Even when the two of settle down, you’re still warming his cock. He can’t stand to be separated from you even for a second.

As the day goes on, he lets you catch him up on your life, playing with your hair and guiding your hips up and down every once in a while to get some friction. He’s content like this, simply being inside of you, connected to you in a way no one else gets to be.

As Halloween night comes, he gets… rough. Bites are left all over your body, a claim meant to scare other men and monsters away. He can’t be there to protect you every day, so those marks stand in his place. Feeling his sharp fangs sink into your neck is painful, but familiar and affectionate.

Sometimes he forgets just how small you are compared to him. He can lift you with one hand, and manhandles you into position so he can properly mate with you.

Although he is not human, he loves you. You have always been his, since the second he laid eyes on you…

His grip on your hip tightens as he imagines your belly swelling with his child. There’s only one day the two of you get to try for a baby, and it’s all he could ask for to see an infant in your arms the next time he arrives.

As midnight approaches, he holds you close, nuzzling his forehead against yours. You’re crying, but he’s happy.

“I’ll miss you, love.”

And as the clock strikes zero, he’s gone.

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[im-gemmy]

Skz fake texts ── bf! SKZ Deciding what to be for Halloween is never an easy task 🎃

Warning: mentions of su*c*de jokes, suggestive, cursing

── all fake texts

Happy Halloween!

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slowly falling in love with felix !!

a/n: i was going to make them meet on league of legends but i actually know nothing about league!!! so i went with my tried and true, splatoon🤩

fake text m.list ☁︎⋅

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Mikey: Happy October 32nd! Second Halloween!

Renet: That doesn't exist.

Mikey: Not with that attitude.

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( 💭.) ⠀𓏔⠀texts w bf! skz while you're on your period.

stray kids ot8 × fem!reader, fluff/humor/mature , warnings : ji is a bit stupid (but we love him) and protective seungmin 😩 , ss count : 12

a/n : can you tell i'm suffering rn. also pls don't mind if there's a mistake i'm curled up on bed 💔

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[12:29 am] - cheol

“slow down,” he’s practically begging you “please, sl-slow down or i’m going to bust” his head is thrown back against the headboard. with newfound determination you manage to grind yourself down harder on his hips, pushing him deeper inside. “babe,” he tries warning in a stern voice “i’m serious”. 

a small sigh leaves your lips as you pout, lifting the shirt that is covering where the two of you are connected. bringing your hips to a deep, slow grind you whine. “but baby,” you lull your head to the side, your eyes glazed over in a pleasure filled haze “your cock feels so good”. your head rolls back as you close your eyes and speed up your pace again, while reaching down passed your tummy to give your clit the attention it needed. you let out a loud, straggled groan at the added stimulation. small huffs of seungcheol’s name and strings of cursing fly from your mouth. seungcheol is in awe watching you; he’s never seen you this desperate for pleasure before and he’s becoming addicted to it.

seungcheol is quick to action when you pick up the pace, tightening his grip on your thighs, sticky from the mess you’re making on his lap. as his grip tightens seungcheol forces you to stop all your movements. just when you’re about to protest he braces his feet to the mattress and brings your hips up, lifting you from him, then drops you down as he thrusts up into you, fucking you from below. 

a loud moan leaves your chest as you throw your head back, holding on to his arms, leaving marks as you steady yourself. “‘m gonna cum soon,” seungcheol warns as he sits up straighter and tangles a hand in your hair, tugging your head back to expose your neck. he leans forward enough to leave wet kisses on your pulse points as he drills into you.  

seungcheol is breathing against your neck when you feel yourself begin to let go, “cumming, seungcheol” you pant as he begins to fuck you harder. you’re so desperate for release you can hear his movements within you as much as you feel them, which turns you on even more. before you know it you’re reciting “i’m cumming” as if it were a mantra as you squeeze around seungcheol. you’re gripping his head to steady yourself, actively pushing him deeper into your neck.

“fuck,” seungcheol grunts as your high washes over you and you tighten around his cock. he’s leaving soothing kisses on your neck as your grip on him loosens. seungcheol manages to bring his forehead to yours leaving open mouthed kisses on your lips while you continue to moan out his name. your hips are still grinding down on his lap as you ride out your high and hope that seungcheol is close to his. “almost there baby,” he whispers against your lips “so good for me, angel. just like that, keep moving just like that, you feel so fucking good.” a few more rolls of your hips and mentions of how good he feels and how big he is and he’s a goner. seungcheol’s hips falter as his pace becomes uneven and he’s digging his fingers into your hips to keep you steady. he’s thrown his head back against the headboard again as he cums inside of you, filling you to the brim.

you sit on his lap and wiggle your hips as he comes down, teasing him slightly, only stopping when he says your name in a soft warning. “fine,” you pout “you’re so mean to me… never let me have any fun.” you pretend to be mad, crossing your arms over your chest, huffing it out, jutting your chin and turning your head away from him, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

seungcheol sighs, dragging his hand over his face before rubbing his temples to calm himself down before questioning you, “then what was all of this?”

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Mr. Lee Pick-me Jihoon

No because Lee Jihoon in love is utterly the most pick-me, cringey, sore loser kinda guy. Jihoon’s got this whole complex about being the perfect boyfriend, but he ends up looking like the most obvious, over-the-top lovesick mess, convinced he’s the coolest guy in the world for it. He tries to play it smooth, like he’s effortlessly romantic and all-knowing about relationships, but it’s so clear to anyone with half an eye that he’s absolutely whipped—and trying way too hard. He somehow misses the irony every single time, basking in this self-made illusion that he’s doing the most “under-the-radar” job at being completely devoted.

It’s hilarious how he’ll throw himself into these “sacrifices” for you, like he’s some kind of knight in shining armor, going out of his way for the smallest things. Once, you casually mentioned craving a certain drink from a café clear across town. The next thing you know, Jihoon’s blowing up your phone with updates as he embarks on this “heroic” journey to get it for you, acting like he’s in some epic quest. He makes a whole show out of sighing dramatically when he gets back, sweat on his brow, handing over the drink like he just saved the kingdom, while casting you these little glances to see if you’re as impressed as he thinks you should be. It’s cringey and way over the top, and yet somehow endearing—because only Jihoon would turn a coffee run into an Oscar-worthy production.

Then there’s his obsession with being “different.” He’s convinced that he’s unlike any other boyfriend out there, a “hopeless romantic” who just gets it. The first time he tried to explain this to you, he looked off into the distance, like he was pondering some great truth, and murmured, “People these days don’t appreciate true romance, y’know? Not like I do.” You had to bite back a laugh as he continued, talking about how he thinks relationships should be full of little gestures and poetic love notes. He even tried to write you a letter once, but halfway through, he got embarrassed and tore it up because, according to him, “You deserve a better writer than me.” It was cheesy and melodramatic, yet something about his seriousness made you fall a little more in love.

And the fishing for compliments? It’s practically a full-time job for him. He’ll lean in close, adjusting his shirt or messing with his hair, pretending he doesn’t notice you watching him. “Do I look okay?” he’ll ask, like he’s casually inquiring, even though he’s practically holding his breath for your answer. If you compliment him, he’ll brush it off with a fake modest shrug, saying, “Oh, thanks, I guess…” But you know he’s about five seconds from grinning like a complete idiot and checking himself out in the mirror just because you called him cute.

But nothing beats his little sigh-filled monologues about how deeply he loves you, how his feelings are almost too much to handle. It could be the simplest moment—like the two of you watching TV on the couch, or walking through the grocery store—and suddenly, he’ll stop and say, “You know, loving you… it’s like… it’s almost too much. I don’t think you understand how intense it is.” He’ll shake his head, all serious, as if he’s grappling with this grand, tragic love, and you have to stifle your laughter because he’s acting like a main character in a soap opera. But he’s deadly serious, as if his heart can barely hold the enormity of his feelings.

Whenever he’s feeling insecure, Jihoon has this self-deprecating move he pulls, fishing for reassurance in the most obvious way. He’ll sigh and mutter, “I mean, I know I’m not like… the coolest boyfriend ever or anything…” trailing off and casting side glances at you, waiting for you to tell him he’s wonderful. When you finally give in and reassure him, he tries to keep a straight face, but you can tell by the way his shoulders relax that he’s basking in it, practically glowing under your validation.

What’s really priceless, though, is how he’s convinced that being with you makes him the luckiest person alive, and he’ll say it to you at the most random moments. “Do you realize how lucky I am?” he’ll whisper, even if you’re just brushing your teeth next to him. “Seriously. I don’t think I deserve you.” He’ll shake his head like he’s some tragic, noble hero, sighing in contentment as he gazes at you. It’s such a ridiculous, earnest display, and yet you can’t help but adore him for it.

In the end, Jihoon’s trying way too hard to be this ideal boyfriend, failing miserably at being subtle, and somehow landing squarely in “adorable loser” territory. He’s clueless to how transparent his little “cool guy” persona is, blissfully unaware that you can see right through him. But in a way, it’s what you love about him—he’s just so unapologetically and awkwardly in love, and while he thinks he’s fooling everyone, you wouldn’t have him any other way.

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Sweet melody of us

The studio, a Coke Zero, jealousy and confessions

As I walked through the dimly lit corridors of the studio, my heart swelled with excitement. Jihoon had been immersed in his work for hours, and I couldn't wait to see him. It was one of those cozy evenings where the fading sun painted the sky with hues of pink and gold, a perfect backdrop for the love I felt blossoming between us. I had decided to surprise him with his favorite food crispy kimbap and a refreshing Coke Zero my small way of telling him just how much he meant to me.

I gently opened the door to the studio where he often worked late into the night. The moment I set foot in the room, the familiar scent of recording equipment intertwined with the tantalizing aroma of food wrapped around me like a warm embrace. Jihoon was hunched over at his workstation, his eyebrows knitted in concentration as he fine-tuned a track. His features glowed in the soft light, and it's moments like these when I could hardly believe that this talented artist held my heart.

“Hey, Jihoon!” I called out softly, careful not to disturb his focus.

He looked up, his eyes brightening as they locked onto mine. “Oh! You’re here,” he exclaimed, his voice laced with a mixture of shock and warmth. His face broke into a wide smile, the kind that made my heart flutter.

“I brought you something,” I said, gesturing to the food bags in my hands. “I thought you might be hungry after spending all day working.”

Jihoon’s expression changed to one of delight as he jumped to his feet. “You’re the best!” he beamed, and in that moment, I was reminded yet again of how lucky I was to have him in my life.

He reached for the bags, but before he could dig in, he excused himself to grab a few files from the other room. Excited about our time together, I plopped down on the edge of the couch, glancing at the various musical equipment scattered around. The walls pulsed with creativity, filled with dreams and aspirations that belonged to Jihoon and his band.

While I waited, Seungcheol casually strolled into the studio, his effortless charm filling the room like a pop song on a summer day. “Well, well, look who it is!” he said, leaning against the doorframe with a mischievous grin. “Did Jihoon send you for food again, or do you have a special delivery just for him?”

I rolled my eyes, not quite seeing the flirtation buried in his playful tone. “Just a little something to keep him going,” I replied with a smile, enjoying the light-hearted banter. The atmosphere lightened, and without meaning to, I felt a flutter of friendship towards Seungcheol.

He stepped closer, leaning against the couch. “You know, it’s rare to see Jihoon like this. It’s nice that you bring him a bit of sunshine amidst all the hard work,” he said, his voice smooth like honey.

My heart raced a little, but I shrugged it off, unable to acknowledge the way he seemed to linger at my words. Before I knew it, Jihoon had returned, files in hand, and the energy in the room shifted dramatically. The moment he spotted us, his eyes narrowed slightly and a shadow flickered across his face.

“Seungcheol, what are you doing?” His voice was firm, laced with an unmistakable hint of jealousy that sent a shiver of delight down my spine.

“Oh, just making sure your girlfriend isn’t getting bored!” Seungcheol replied, a cheeky smile dancing on his lips.

Jihoon moved closer to me, shielding me as if he could ward off any imagined threat with just his presence. “I was just gone for a second,” he muttered, his protective instincts kicking in. I could see the sulk forming on his lips, and my heart ached with affection for him.

“Everything’s fine, Jihoon.” I chuckled, trying to ease the tension. “I was just talking.”

Seungcheol picked up the cue to leave, but not before throwing me one last teasing wink. “Take care of her, Jihoon,” he said, emphasizing the words like an anthem. With that, he was gone, leaving the air thick with unspoken feelings.

I turned to Jihoon, and to my surprise, he looked a little hurt, that adorable sulk still evident on his face. It was rare for him to show such vulnerability, and it made my heart ache with tenderness. “You know I only have eyes for you, right?” I said softly, stepping closer.

He looked up at me, his expression softening as I reached out to cup his cheek. “Really?” he questioned, uncertainty clouding his eyes.

Taking a breath, I leaned in, kissing him gently, pouring all my emotions into that moment the care, the affection, and the quiet thrill of being with him. “I love you, Jihoon,” I whispered against his lips, and in that moment, it felt like the world melted away.

His eyes widened, bright with joy and disbelief. “You love me?” he echoed, as if tasting the words on his tongue for the first time.

“Of course, I do. I’ve loved you for a while now,” I confessed, feeling the weight of the words lift from my chest, their honesty baking sweet warmth inside me.

He laughed, a sound of pure joy that encapsulated everything we felt. Without missing a beat, Jihoon pulled me into his arms, kissing me fervently as if the world outside ceased to exist. Each kiss was a melody, a sweet serenade that connected our hearts in a way words alone could never do.

“I love you too,” he finally said, his voice muffled against my hair as we embraced. It was our first shared acknowledgment, yet it felt as familiar as the music he created.

In those moments, the rhythm of our hearts synced effortlessly, the teasing lightness of jealousy dissolving into a profound connection only we could understand. And as we pulled away, breathless and smiling, I realized that amidst the laughter and gentle teasing, I had found my perfect harmony in Jihoon.

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word count: 294 | warnings: undisclosed sadness on readers part

“Ji?” You ask softly, quietly opening the door to his studio. Most times you would knock, but today you didn’t really care to- your mood was downright awful and you just wanted to be in your boyfriend's arms.

Jihoon pulls one side of his headphones off, exposing his ear so he can hear you better. His hands stop what they’re doing on the soundboard. “Yes, love?”

You stand at the doorway, between the crack of the door and the frame, tired eyes meeting his. “Is it okay if I come in for a little while? We don’t have to talk or anything, I just need to be near you..”

“Of course.” He says, pulling the headphones off completely and setting them on the table on top of his keyboard. “Come here,” he coaxes, pushing the chair from the table and reaching his arms out to you.

You didn’t actually mean sitting in his lap, just chilling on the couch- since you didn’t want to bother him with cuddles while he was working. For now, you were just content to just be in his presence.

Nonetheless, you shuffle over to him, falling into him. Jihoon wraps his arms around you, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your shoulder.

Being wrapped up in Jihoon’s arms is one of, if not the only thing that’s been keeping you sane lately. It’s your favorite place to be.

You let out a contented sigh as you relax into his chest, resting your head against his shoulder. Jihoon can tell that it’s bad today.

But he doesn’t ask questions- he’ll save that for when you decide to talk about it on your own, as you usually do- he’s just happy that you’re in his arms. As are you.

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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

[im-gemmy]

❝ I’ll ruin you for any other man…❞

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Venom x Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your nasty alien eats you out…

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: Spitting,Slut shaming and just down right nasty shi

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜����𝐮𝐧𝐭: 552

You don’t know how you ended up in this situation but here you are splayed across your bed with your big,hunky alien between your legs. His crescent milky, white eyes glared up at you as his monstrous tongue glided teasingly across your plush thighs; his teeth skittered daringly across every perimeter he touched; they were so sharp they could puncture your flesh and paint your skin red at any second, but something about that turned you on- the thought of him purposely nicking your skin to claim you as HIS turned you on to no avail.

You let out a whiny moan as the tip of his tongue swiped across your pulsing nub, groaning in appreciation he used his two hands to grab your thighs to pull you closer to his gaping mouth. “ That’s it baby, moan for me- let the world hear how much of a slut you are for me” he half smirked as you whimpered in response and attempted to close your legs around him, to which he just spreaded your legs wider to allow him to feast upon you with no difficulties. He stopped his sweet abuse on your dripping cunt and stared deep into your eyes “ I want you to be a good girl and use one of your hands to rub your clit while I ravish this aching pussy” without giving you a chance to speak he delved right back into your cunt like a starved man, you let out a long moan in response and snapped your eyes shut as you felt his velvet tongue slide in out of your hole like a piston.

You bit your lip and leaned back into your soft pillows; using your middle finger to rub your clit in fast circles you couldn’t help the sinful moans that were spilling out of your mouth,you began to play with your nipples with your other hand, but that was quickly stopped when he spawned two random tentacle’s and replaced your hand with them, your pussy clenched down hard on his tongue as you felt them tweak and pull at your hardened nipples.

Leaning his head back a bit he gathered up some of your creamy juices and spat it backed onto your puffy lips, he watched it drip down past your fluttering asshole before once again diving back in. You lurched forward in pleasure as you felt your release about to come. He hummed in acknowledgment and sped up his actions,making sure to slither his tongue deep into your pussy so it hits your g spot.

You felt like your body was lit ablaze as you felt tingling sensations all over your body,your eyes rolled to back of your skull and you gripped tightly onto the sheets; the pleasure was all to much, ragged and loud moans were played into the air like sweet tunes.

Rising up from between your thighs you watched as saliva mixed with your delicious nectar dripped from his mouth and unto the clean sheets below you. Leaning close to your face he lowly whispered “I’ll ruin you for any other man” God he was so sexy when he was possessive.

( copy rights to @kyejiz for the divider)

𝐀/𝐍: I know this is a shock but I just wanted to delve into a different fandom since it’s halloween and shi,tell me what y’all think.

© - Ang3l 🎀🧁 my work is not to be published on any other platforms without my consent.

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Day 20. Monster-kinktober: Creature feature + Monsterfucking/Shower sex

A/N: I blame nobody but me (and @cheesomancer) for this ridiculous situation, and I apologize because I really like gym settings for my stories. Enjoy!

Demon x fem!reader || size kink, (very light) tail play, weird dicks, semi-public sex

You’ve been eyeing the red demon across the gym for an hour. And he’s been eyeing you back. It feels like foreplay in a weird way, and your pussy is claiming for attention. In a normal day, you wouldn’t do anything about it, but you are horny and needy and you don’t have nothing to lose.

So you walk to him with only one thing in mind: dick.

He looks at you without blinking as you approach, not stopping his bicep curls as you stand before him. “Do you wanna… Grab a shower?” You both know that’s the international euphemism for gym shower sex, and you truly hope he gets it because you need a dicking like you need your next breath.

“Goddess, yes.” He drops the weights on the rack and follows behind you.

You get undressed faster than lightning and turn around in time to see him lowering his pants over his impressively thick thighs. And you stop dead in your tracks. “Wha- what is that?” You ask with a short chuckle, confused as you stare between his legs to what seems to be a lava lamp. It’s translucent and you can see some kind of glowing liquid go up and down, it’s low-key mesmerizing.

“My dick?” He asks back, as confused as you. “It’s a normal demon dick,” he clarifies, looking at you like you are the weird one in the situation and not the demon with the lava lamp dick. How did you get into this surreal situation?

“Dude, it’s a lava lamp!” You giggle almost hysterically as you look at him.

He looks embarrassed and you feel bad for laughing, but good goddess he has a lava lamp for dick. “It’s normal, okay? All demons have similar dicks.”

But then between your amused brain something filters, it doesn’t only look like a lava lamp, but is almost as big as one. Looking back at his dick your mind fills with anticipation, that shape must feel pretty great inside of you, but you aren’t sure you could fit him inside. But you are horny enough that you would die trying to fit it inside if that’s what it took.

“Are they all that big?” You ask him, your pussy clenching over nothing.

“N- No. That’s all me,” he stutters, making you giggle again as you approach him. You coo at him, your hand caressing his chest as you pinch one nipple and kiss the soft gasp off his mouth. He’s so cute.

“Come on, big guy, I like you sweaty, but I’d like you more buried deep inside of me,” you tease as you walk to the shower. You smile when you hear his rapid footsteps behind you. Such a cute demon, fuck.

You turn the water on and start rinsing the sweat off you, he does the same, his big body crowding you against the wall as he takes the water. You complain, and he chuckles, lowering his big body to kiss you slow and gentle. But you don’t want slow and gentle, you want frantic monsterfucker sex in the shower, and you are going to get it. Your hands find his hair and you pull him down, devouring his mouth and taking control of the kiss as he whimpers against your lips.

He puts his hands under your ass and pulls you up. You wrap your legs around his middle, trying not to kick his wings accidentally as he presses hid big weird dick against your needy center. You both groan at the same time as he starts rubbing his length to your dripping pussy. You groan and moan, trying to muffle your sounds against his neck (not that it works).

He probes your pussy with his fingers, holding you up with just one arm and making you groan at his strength. Good goddess, you love gymbros so fucking much. You roll your hips, urging him inside your tight heat as he presses kisses down your neck. He’s so tall his back is hunched, but you don’t hive a fuck as he thrusts two fingers inside of you and you bite down on his neck to stop the groans from escaping. But you only accomplish to make him moan very loudly.

“Come on, come on, I’m ready…” You urge him again, bouncing on his fingers.

“But you are so tight and I’m so big…” He tries to argue, but you are more than over with that. You want his dick, and you want it now.

Your hand travels down and you grab his dick, squeezing the biggest part and marveling at the feeling. You almost thought it would feel like an actual lava lamp, but it’s fleshy and hot, hard in all the good ways. You jerk him a couple times, the liquid inside dancing and making you gape at him. He claims your mouth with his, taking your hand away from his dick and pushing the tip against your entrance.

He pushes inside slowly, but you have no time for that. You bite down on his lower lip and take advantage of the sudden confusion to push down on his dick. You get almost all of him in you, but the wider part is resting against your entrance when he stops you. You don’t like to beg, but you are almost about to when he starts wriggling his hips against you until you feel your body give out around him.

The first feeling of his widest part inside of you sends you almost into a coma. It’s so big but so good, it’s like you were made to take it, your body accommodating around it and your breath coming in short pants as he whispers sweet nothings over your head, trying to regain some kind of control. You don’t let him. You roll your hips and start bouncing on him. His dick is too wide, but it presses against your G-spot with every tiny twitch of his body, and going up and down is making your brain lose all train of thought.

Your body is mush against the shower wall when he pushes your body against it with more force than necessary, but you don’t care. He starts fucking you with intent, his dick going in and out of you, the sounds obscene as he fucks you fast and hard. You are chanting ah ah ah, not even caring somebody could come in and catch you two fucking in the showers like two desperate creatures.

His tail comes around your middle and settles over your ass, making you whimper as he reaches lower with it. It probes your asshole, and that’s enough for you to cry out and come messily around his cock buried deep inside. He starts cursing over you, his thrust stuttering as he pushes one last time and stuffs you with his come. He comes so much you can feel it gushing out of you as he thrusts a couple more times inside of you, the big part of his dick making you see stars as it rubs against your G-spot. It feels raw and abused in the best way possible.

After a couple more minutes of wet embrace, he lets you down slowly. You feel warm and content, marveling in the afterglow when he looks down and gasps. You follow his gaze in alarm, and when you see a trail of neon orange come go down your leg you laugh so hard you trip on the wet floor. He grabs you by the waist as you kiss his mouth tenderly, your smile so big the kiss is more teeth than lips, but you don’t care.

You can definitely get used to having hot shower sex with the lava lamp dick demon.

And that's a wrap on monster-kinktober. Hope y'all enjoyed this as much as I did. I would be super happy to hear your thoughts about the stories, which one you liked best, which idea you thought you wouldn't like but didn't, which monster surprised you more... :)

[im-gemmy]

Rich Monster husband that loves to spoil his little human wife.

He handles everything money-wise, so you never have to think about it. He spoils you with a mansion and unlimited shopping trips. He hires a private chef and housekeeping team, so you never have to lift a finger.

He schedules you for a nail salon appointment and a spa day every two weeks. He loves how happy you look when you return from being properly pampered. He just finds you so precious and cute that he wants to give you everything your heart desires.

One day, you come home from your nail appointment and find him working in his study. Your monster doesn’t hesitate to pull you into his lap, smiling at the joy radiating from you. You are always excited to show him what color you picked for your nails, and today is no different.

You proudly show off your glossy manicure, saying, “Look, Daddy. I picked a color so we would match!”.

He keeps his smile on his face despite the confusion. He merely raises a brow and asks, “How are we matching little one? Last I checked, my nails aren’t painted.”

You let out a small giggle at his response, reaching between your legs to undo his pants and pull his already half-hard cock out. You stroke him firmly, causing him to groan, his large hands digging into the flesh of your hips.

“See, Daddy. We do match!” you say, pausing your hand at the top of his shaft. His eyes drop to his needy cock at your words.

He releases a deep growl as he realizes that his perfect little wife matched her nails to the exact color of his cock, specifically his flushed tip. You let out a small yelp as he stands, carrying you down the hall to the main bedroom.

Within seconds, he has you naked with your thighs thrown over his shoulders. He eats you out until you have tears streaming down your face from the overstimulation. One orgasm ends as the next begins. He doesn’t let up until he decides that he has had his fill of your dripping cunt.

Your legs are still shaking as he finally pulls away, lifting you and placing you farther up on the bed, the plush pillows cradling your head, and he hovers above you.

“Such a perfect little wife. Always so good for me, wanting to match her nails to my cock. Just the sweetest fucking wife to ever exist”, he says while leaving wet kisses all over your face.

You sigh happily at the praise, loving his affection. His words and large body making you feel safe and loved.

You cling to him as he lines his leaking tip up with your entrance. Your freshly done nails are digging into his muscles. You let out a low whine as he says, “You aren’t leaving this bed today, baby. I’m going to keep you on my cock all fucking day. I need my baby to know just how loved and appreciated she is. Keep your perfect cunt stretched and filled, just the way you like it”.

You smile at his words, knowing there is no place you would rather be than on his cock for the rest of the day.

❤️💕🖤🖤💕❤️

[im-gemmy]

Can i pls request a mischievous male fairy x reader where he keeps sprinkling aphrodisiac dust on her and hiding in her clothes to suck on her nipples/clit since he's so tiny >_<

Male!fairy x reader || size kink, sex-pollen, semi-public sex

Fairy boyfriend who likes to hide in your clothes when you less expect him to. He’s usually pretty tame and calm, he only likes to rest against your skin and maybe take a nap. He looks so tiny and cute inside your pocket or in the valley between your boobs and the bra. You can’t even be mad with him when he looks that adorable.

But it’s not always so cute or adorable.

Sometimes he likes a little bit more. Sometimes he likes to sparkle some magic on you and leave you to it, which sucks in a really bad way. But you don’t know if the alternative is better or worse. When he feels like it, he sparkles you with pixie dust. The horny kind of dust, the dust that makes your skin tingle and your pussy get so wet you have to throw your panties away after.

He looooooooves to use that on you.

Sometimes he plays with you for a while, if you are lucky he makes you come, but most times he doesn’t allow you to do that. He just likes to enjoy your body until he’s tired and he can nap in your pocket again. Leaving you restless, horny and dripping. So worked up you have to go push your hand inside your pants and rub one off at the grocery store bathroom, or in your car after a gym session, or at the company’s bathroom if he’s feeling particularly evil that day.

But how can you be mad at him when he’s so tiny and cute, right? But you are definitely mad. Especially when he decides it would be fun to get you the aphrodisiac right before a meeting. A meeting where you are presenting a very important project.

He sprinkles it over your clit and your nipples, his little body traveling inside your baggy clothes and making you gasp as you try to act casual walking to the conference room. You slip inside the bathroom to tell him to stop, but by the time you are locked in a stall, his hands are squeezing your nipple and your knees are giving out under you. You don’t know if you want to scream or beg, but right at that moment you can only cover your mouth as he works your nipples like a pro, until your panties are more than soaked and your center is aching with need. You can hear his laugh inside your clothes, like tinker-bells as he travels down your body. When he slips inside your pants, you don’t know if you should cheer or cry, your pussy almost in pain as he rubs his tiny body against your seam, his miniature tongue lapping your juices as his body rubs you in the perfect way.

Your orgasm catches you both off guard, his gasp for air as your juices gush out almost makes you laugh, but when you take him out of your pants and he looks at you with a satisfied smile and a big cum stain on his pants you can only curse him as you pull him inside your pocket.

You walk into that conference room with your panties ruined and a flushed face, if somebody notices, nobody says anything. But you know, you know your panties are destroyed and your fairy boyfriend is asleep inside your pocket. Fucking fae.

But well… you knew what you signed into when you decided to date a mischievous fairy. (And you enjoy it as much as he does.)

[im-gemmy]

bang chan and 23 pleaseeee <3

23. "I've wanted this for so long."

Thanks for your patience~ This one is veeeeery explicit from the f!reader, so read at your own risk but ONLY IF YOU'RE AN ADULT! Minors are blocked on sight. MDNI!!!!!!!!!!!

NOT accepting requests <3