#humanities anon

[fanaticsnail]

Hi snail! I heard you were interested in kdramas so I am here to represent my favorite genre, revenge dramas. I have three recs for you!

1. The penthouse: war in life

It's the longest with three seasons and the most DRAMATIC in the sense of catty rich people drama (these people are hilarious but also low-key evil, even the ones that are meant to be good) full of plot twists and betrayals and all that stuff but it's exaggerated to the point that it's the perfect level of hilariousness. Very dramatic, very comedic.

It's about several families that live in the highest luxury apartment building in Seoul (the richest living in the penthouse, they are also the owners) and a poorer family they live in a smol apartment. They're all trying to get their kids into a prestigious (and rich) classical singing school despite their children's varying levels of talent and generational wealth. So basically there's different alliances and drama between the kids and the parents it's so good.

This is also my parents favorite as I watched all three with them. (after watching myself of course)

2. The Glory

Definitely the heaviest of the three contains graphic bullying but it was inspired by multiple real stories from Korea. But I have to ask you and everyone else to check the trigger warnings first I'm not kidding. It's 16 episodes long and is the most revenge focused on the three.

Dong-eun, the main lead comes from a medium sized town where she grew up basically on her own as her parents weren't really active in her life. She was the victim of horrible bullying by the rich kids at her school and their friends. It gets to the point where she has to give up on her academic dreams and drop out of school and figure something else out at like age 16 because the teachers are eneblers to the bullies and she gets physically disfigured from the bullying. (Burns, again pls check the trigger warnings).

She builds her life back up becomes a teacher and comes back to her small town to get her revenge. Definitely the least romantic and comedic of the three but there is pieces of both.

3. Marry my husband

NGL SNAIL ALL OF THE THREE HAVE MADE ME CRY BUT I CRIES HAPPY TEARS AT THIS ENDING. Also only 16 episodes and is the most romantic of the three! There is a main couple (and adorable side pairs that I absolutely love) and they make sure you know it! Very romantic, very comedic.

Kang Ji-won, my bestie btw, is unhappily married and dying of cancer. After discovering her husband's failure to pay for her treatment she's sent home to discover her having an affair with her best friend.

She, and I won't spoil how, gets sent back 10 years in the past where she resolves to be rid of her shitty husband, now shitty boyfriend, and build a good life for herself. But is this all fated? Can she avoid the shitty friend, shitty boyfriend, and shitty cancer? Or is her chances doomed? WATCH TO FIND OUT

- Humanities anon, or to forever be known as @cherrybombgigi (my side blog)

(pls notice the Bridgerton reference I thought it was funny)

GIGI!!!!!! Humanities anon reveals herself, and it was Gigi the whole time 😭😭😭

Revenge dramas feel like something I would absolutely be interested in. I think I'll start with "Marry My Husband". This one sounds like absolute chaos and I need it 🤌

Love you Gigi. Thank you for your your bridgerton reference. I did get it 🖤🖤🥹🥹

[specshroom]

Some rather unlucky investments have landed you in a tad of debt. However, you have know of a way to get out of it that requires very little work on your part.

The "Pussy Portal" company are always hiring after all.

All you have to do is have a portal directly connected to your pussy that any paying customer can use at any time. What could go wrong?

Just realized u didn't actually say it had to be monsterfucking specifically but I made it that anyway lmao.

At least you thought it was going to be very little work on your part.

But now you're not so sure as you sit on the train ride home trying to act like there isn't a monster cock reaching deep in your cunt.

You curse yourself for not reading the terms and conditions of the contract properly. You thought they were just being hyperbolic when they said "Prime Pussy Anywhere, Anytime!" Surely they would have down times right?

No. There are no down times unless you call in a sick day of which you only have few. You shoulda known that pay was too good to be true.

At least whoever's using your portal seems to only be cockwarming themselves for the time being, although that could change at any moment. Every jerk of the train makes you tense up as you try and act as nonchalant as possible. The cock sits so snug and warm inside you, it twitches every time you tense around it.

On the customer app your portal is advertised as specifically "Human pussy" so you like imagining the kinds of monsters who would pick that out specifically. You haven't figured out what monster this one might be, it's rather thick and hot with a very generous amount of precum.

When you get to your stop the train jerks more than you expected and you have to subtly cover your mouth and grab the railing to avoid making a sound. Your customer definitely felt you clench down in panic as their cock jumps in excitement.

They start grinding down slowly on the portal, their cock thrusting shallowly. You speed walk straight for the train station bathrooms and lock yourself inside a stall. Close call but you made it and just in time for their shallow thrusts to turn into full pumps into your slick pussy.

You lean your back on the wall of the stall as your cunt is now being thoroughly pounded by this stranger. You have to crouch to your knees as your orgasm builds up, rubbing your clit with one hand while the other covers your mouth.

Just as you're about to tip over the edge you feel something bigger at the base of the shaft bump against your pussy with each hard thrust. You gasp in realization but it's too late as the monster thrusts their knot past your entrance and you cum hard with a silent scream, spasming and shaking against the bathroom stall.

Their cum fills you to the brim, kept inside by their inflamed knot. They don't stop cumming for several minutes but when they do it takes you several more to compose yourself enough to step out of the bathroom on wobbly legs.

You make the slow and embarrassing walk home while the monster's knot sits snuggly inside your pussy, keeping all that warm cum inside you.

The knot inside you doesn't deflate fully until you're already home and making dinner. You have to grip the counter, shivering slightly as your customer pulls out and goes on with their day having been properly satisfied. The thought makes you feel a strange sense of pride. Just then your phone beeps with a notification from the Portal companies app.

The customer left a tip!

How nice! They also left a review on your page,

"10/10. Best stress relief. Would fuck again."

[ozzgin]

1. Speaking of shedding body parts... Some octopuses have tentacles that are responsible for reproduction that can break away and go on a journey in search of a partner. What if after hot sex with a tentacle monster, he leaves his most important part inside you and it continues to work without his participation, or so that everyone knows that the partner is already taken? --🧥

NSFW content!

Tentacle monster boyfriend who makes sure no other monster touches you by simply blocking the entrance. If you're going out, you're going out with him. Well, part of him, anyways.

While you do find it quite endearing, other times it's not the most practical accessory. For example, when you're in the middle of a work meeting, and the appendage decides to squirm and wriggle, causing you to shift in your seat and become increasingly aroused.

"I see your enthusiasm, (Y/N)," a coworker remarks, nodding at you with a smile.

All you know is that you'll be leaving early.

[bunnis-monsters]

Hello!

Not a request but do you have any thoughts on peacock hybrids?

Male peacock hybrid spreading out his feathers to impress you. He’s very snobby and thinks you’ll fall to your knees and just BEG to mate with him after seeing how pretty his feathers are.

But you’re not a peacock hybrid. You couldn’t care less about how pretty his feathers are, he has been a royal cunt the entire time you’ve known him.

So now he’s scrambling, utterly confused and heartbroken that you’ve rejected him. He cries himself to sleep that night, completely insecure over his feathers.

“You’re an asshole.”

That was your answer when he asked why you rejected him the next day. He had come into your bakery with his eyes all puffy and red from crying, his feathers drooping.

“You come in here every day, order the same complicated thing, act rude to my staff, and never think to say thank you. That, and you’re snobby. I’m not your servant, why should I have to spread the cream cheese on YOUR bagel!?”

He was utterly stunned. In the past, he’d rejected many females who swooned over his beautiful feathers. He had fallen head over heels for you… yet you felt nothing for him.

It was the first time he ever really got called out for how he behaved.

Perhaps it’s time to take a look inward for once… and he’s not sure why, but imagining finally getting to have you as all his… makes his pants tight.

[loopyart]

Angel and his two favorite boys 🕷️🎲🐽✨

LoopyArt

[devotion-disorder]

me when beautiful elf men want to gaslight gatekeep and girlboss me: 🚶🏾🧎🏾🐕

be careful what you wish for...the village Killian's from is having a bit of a population crisis right now, and having a nice little human come by could be just what they need...

[lesamis]

If you're up for it could you explain what is making the Germany government stuff so funny? I can find news articles about it (a coalition is dissolving? There's been tension for a while?) but they're all fairly serious. Thx!

ohhh, sure thing! i'll do my best!

i'll say upfront: this is a pretty serious thing to happen. our chancellor fired our minister of finance, Lindner, which definitively breaks up the governing coalition. germany will likely have snap elections at a moment in which far-right parties are polling extremely well. if news coverage about it seems like people are Worried, that's because, well, they are.

however. the reason it's funny is because our minister of finance was fired. ministers aren't really... ever fired. like, it's not a done thing. i'll fully admit i didn't even know it was an option until yesterday. and our minister of finance wasn't just anyone, he was one of the most mocked and hated figures in politics to germans who vote anywhere left of center.

the coalition that governed until yesterday was made up of the green party, the social democrats, and the neoliberal party (FDP). the FDP is infamous (and i mean, my parents already raised me to hate them for that) for playing kingmaker in coalition governments: they never get all that many votes, but they get just enough that whoever they agree to form a government with will probably succeed. they then tend to force extreme concessions from their coalition partners, because hey, if we walk off, you can't govern at all! so you better play along!

for the past three years, this behaviour has been extremely frustrating for germans who voted for greens or social democrats, because policy from their faction was constantly being blocked by the FDP and often by Lindner personally. the FDP received 11,5% of votes in 2021, but to many of us, it felt as if they were the only party who really had any say in the governing coalition. it made the green and social democratic coalition partners look spineless and passive.

and now, i invite you to imagine how on the day of the US election results, the day the whole world rolled their eyes at the sheer fucking stupidity and pointlessness of it all, at NINE IN THE EVENING, just as germans are getting ready to settle in to bed to dream of nightmare global politics -

the news suddenly breaks that our notoriously invisible chancellor just decided to fire Lindner for that exact behaviour. this chancellor comes out and says, on camera, to the entire sleepy nation, that acting the way Lindner did - blocking necessary policies, refusing to approve budgets unless his party's interests were met - was childish, selfish, irresponsible, and unfit for government, so, whoops, he had to go. shame. coalition over, i guess.

so, politically, that was a long-needed but never-expected moment of triumph for those of us who think the FDP is a clown show made up of human TESLA shares, and it came at a hysterically funny moment.

on a personal level, i can barely explain how uniquely hateable Lindner has always been. he's what would happen if a stock index graph came to life. he hates poor people with a relish; he mocks welfare recipients and would ax minimum wages in a second. he's everyone's business major roommate who shows up in boat shoes fresh off a yacht to discuss NFTs with you. throughout the entire time that he's used his rich boy policy blackmail strategy, he's been smug about it, and he was never taken to task for it, and millions of germans have been longing to throw rotten fruit in his face since 2017. and now we finally get to do it. via memes. on the day of trump's election win.

so that's why it's funny.

[6esiree]

I always love to imagine that whenever human Alastor has had a long day, he loves coming to your shared home and fucking the absolute shit out of you 😍

Imagine Human Alastor…

• Making his presence known by slamming the front door shut, the wooden foundation of your shared home slightly shaking from the forcefulness of the act. You’re frightened at first, but when you realize it’s just your husband, you calm down and resume dinner, completely oblivious to what he has in store for you.

• Rushing towards the kitchen, the floorboards creaking underneath his hurried footsteps. You put down your knife and turn around to greet him with a ‘Hello, sweetheart!’ but then he snatches your arm, a yelp escaping your throat as he pushes you down face-first onto the dining table, your cheek squashed against the tablecloth.

• Swiftly flipping your skirt up and yanking your panties down to your feet, one strong hand binding your wrists together behind your back, the other desperately unfastening his pants. ‘Al, did something happen?’ You try to ask, concerned, but then he prods at your entrance with the head of his cock, eliciting a moan from you.

• Slowly pushing past your folds, your eyes fluttering shut and your mouth falling open with a cry as he stretches you, your cunt clamping around him. He barely gives you time to adjust, pulling out completely and slamming back into you with a strangled groan. ‘Long day,’ He eventually admits through gritted teeth.

• Encouraging you to lift your leg up over on the table, putting your cunt on full display for him. ‘Suck,’ He demands as he leans over your body, placing two fingers against your lips. You obediently comply, opening your mouth and sucking them eagerly. ‘Good girl,’ He sighs, staring at you with raw, utter adoration.

• Reaching down with his saliva-coated fingers to massage your neglected clit, so swollen and sensitive, his brows knitting in concentration as he angles his hips a certain way and abuses your g-spot at an unforgiving pace. ‘Wait, Al, no!’ You gasp, trying to free your arms, but he only chuckles and tightens his grip on your wrists.

• Watching in gratification as your mouth falls open in a series of desperate pleas, your body helplessly writhing underneath him and your cunt convulsing around his cock. ‘Oh, darling, look at the mess you’re making,’ He groans, the sight of liquid cascading down your trembling thighs bringing him closer to the edge.

• Letting up on you only till he’s finished, burying himself deep into you, emptying his load and assuring that not a single drop goes wasted. When he pulls out, he even gathers whatever tries to escape and pushes it back into your entrance with his fingers. ‘There we go,’ He hums, affectionately patting your wet, puffy cunt, making you jump.

• Helping you put your panties back on, savoring the way you stand stiffly before him afterwards, his cum uncomfortably pooling in between your legs. ‘You’ll make a great mother,’ He says nonchalantly, grabbing your chin and leaning down, craning his neck to place a tender kiss on your lips. You just stand there, stunned.

[ato-dato]

There he is. Our favorite boy.

[monstersflashlight]

Hey, I was wondering g if you could make a sleeping in the dark part 2? If it's okay to ask could you possibly do a chubby!reader?

Crying in the middle of the night in the darkness but the minster comes out to think reader is crying because of the dark. Reassuring her that it's oka and the dark isn't scary but, reader then explains that she wasn't crying because of the dark. The monster gets all confused and asks why she was crying. Reader tells the monster that she was insecure abt her body, then further explains that's she's been being treated badly in her work/school environment by her peers because of her body/looks.

Thank you if you respond, I mean it could be a she part and not part 2 but again, thank you.

-🦝 anon.

Hi 🦝 anon! I’m sorry it took me so long to get to this. I really wanted to do justice to this request. As a chubby woman myself, I know perfectly well the struggles of being fat in a society that doesn’t like fat at all. I try not to make any comments about the body of the reader if it doesn’t play a part in the action bc I want ppl to imagine themselves there as they want. Even when the monsters use terms as “little human” think about it like the monster is so big you are tiny, doesn’t matter how big you are in real life. I love a good size difference, so there’s that. I hope you don’t think this means you need somebody to tell you you are pretty, beautiful or hot, because that’s not true, you are all that without anyone saying it. Believe me, as someone who likes boys, girls, and everything in between, fat bodies are hot like burning. But I do get the necessity to hear it sometimes, and this story is born because of it. That said, I hope this is as cathartic for you as it was for me, this short hit really close to the heart for me. <3

Part 1 if you haven't read it

Sleeping in the dark (part 2)

Night monster x chubby fem!reader || orgasm denial || tw: fatphobia

You were, once again, crying in your room, ugly sobs that made it hard to breathe and your heart beating faster. You felt his presence before he could make himself known. “Oh no, little human, I thought we went past the fear of the dark.” His tone was so soft you felt your heart skip a beat.

You sniffled against the pillow, “is not that.” You tried to tell him more, but another sob broke from your chest.

“What do you mean?” He seemed confused at your statement, like there weren’t any other reasons why you could be crying about. You guessed as a monster in your closet he probably didn’t know much about the horrors of the world. He lived in a bubble of darkness inside your room, after all.

“They- They called me fat,” you told him in between hiccups.

“Who did?” His tone sounded dangerous. You looked up from your pillow, trying to see something in the dark of your room. You could see his silhouette, but nothing else. You wished you could turn the light on, but you didn’t want him to go.

“Some random dude from the office. They called me fat. They thought I wasn’t listening but they called me fat and made fun of me. I thought I was past that, but there’s always someone that reminds me how ugly my body is.” He growled at that statement. You ignored it and kept talking, “they always tell you to love your body, but when it comes to being fat, they want you to hate yourself. And I try to fight it, I try every day, but sometimes is just too much.” You sobbed again, he touched your knee and you felt his arms closing around you two seconds later. “I just want to be pretty.” You cried against his chest, your voice muffled by his skin. He growled and you felt it against your teary face.

“Don’t say that. You are pretty, you are beautiful, you are the most beautiful human,” his voice was filled with desperation for you to believe him.

“You have to say that, you’ve only seen me,” you joked. The laugh you let out was swallowed by the sob that broke free right after.

“You are wrong.” He touched your skin, wiping away some tears with his thumb. “I’ve lived thousands of years, I’ve known many humans, some of them have known me. You are beautiful. You are perfect.”

“No, I’m not. But thanks for saying that.” He flipped you onto your back so fast you let out a scream. He tore your clothes apart and you felt him caressing every inch of your skin at the same time.

“Beautiful,” he told you. He touched every part of your body, caressing your skin like you were a work of art, whispering endearing words against your ear. He told you every single compliment you could think of, and then some more.

It felt wrong to feel like that, you felt like he was lying, but he couldn’t be. It felt like he was forcing you to acknowledge every single cell in your body. It felt like he was pushing the words in your soul, trying to imprint them there so you wouldn’t feel ugly never again. You cried, at every single word, a tear ran down your skin. He didn’t wipe them out, he let you cry as he caressed your skin. When he parted your legs and positioned himself there, you kept crying.

Your pussy was so wet, and your soul felt so raw.

He started slow, licking your wet lips, playing with his tongue all over, but where you wanted him the most. He never shut up, telling you how pretty you were, how wet, how wonderful for him, how perfect. You were rapidly approaching to an orgasm when he said: “Say nice things about yourself if you want to come.” You shook your head, grabbing his head and trying to push him to eat you out again. “Say it,” he ordered. His voice was hard and commanding.

“I- I can’t,” you cried out. There was no way. You didn’t feel it, it wasn’t true. You weren’t pretty. You weren’t beautiful. His words seemed like a lie, but his actions spoke volumes. One of his hands never stopped caressing your soft tummy, your wide hips. His other hand played with your pussy, thrusting in and out in a tortuous way.

“Say it!” He insisted, his tone angry as he pushed two fingers into you forcefully. You cried out, almost there, so close but so far.

“I- I’m pretty,” you whispered, tears rolling down your cheeks. He rewarded you sucking your clit into his mouth, the touch of fangs against your vulnerable flesh made you shudder.

“More,” he ordered.

“I’m beautiful.” Each word was rewarded by his fingers rubbing perfectly inside of you, a torture like any other, driving you insane with pleasure. “I’m hot.” Each word he forced out of you felt like he was taking a weight from your chest. You felt like you were going to float away.

“Yes. Yes, you are.” He kept playing with you, getting you close to the edge just to go away when you stopped talking. He forced you to be nice to yourself, to say all the things you didn’t believe you were. But he did, he believed. And for the moment, that might be enough. He thought you were beautiful, he thought you were hot. Maybe… maybe he was right. He never lied to you.

You were lost in your thoughts and the pain-pleasure he was giving you when he flicked his tongue over your clit as he hit your G-spot. “Come for me, pretty human. Show me how perfect you are.” And you did, falling apart around his tongue and his fingers. The attack on your senses crashing down onto you.

You had an out of body experience, the tears cool against your cheeks, your rapid breathing coming into short exhales as he played with your pussy to drive you further up. You came so hard you think you saw stars. You felt boneless, your body and your soul completely spent. You felt him cleaning you with a soft cloth, your eyes closing already.

“I will stay with you,” he murmured as you were falling asleep. You felt his arms closing around you, his hands caressing your body, from your wide hips to your soft tummy… He made you feel special, he made you feel beautiful.

[spoopy-arcade]

Imagine

If cassie and roxy swap places like a swap au ?

Were cassie is the animatronics wolf

And

Were Roxy / Roxanne is a human?

OK BUT HEAR ME OUT. Bunny Cassie!!

[fanaticsnail]

Hello snail!

Yes I do actually sometimes be like oh snail would love this when I look at stuff but almost always I find your comment under it lmao but anyways I found this:

https://x.com/39tooon/status/1809833637409616024?t=aUarb-xYqnUM4Gq0zq2pkA&s=19

-humanities anon 📚

OKAY I SCREAMED. I LOVE THIS, THANK YOU FOR SHOWING ME.

He's so pretty like that. Just look at him 🥹🥹🥹

[ozzgin]

It’d be funny to have a ghost/spirit/monster partner that you could just call whenever when you look into a mirror and chant their name 3 times in the dark ☺️

They could also leave cute messages in the mirror for you too 🩸

-👘

Haunted house with a monsterfucker feels like a spooky romcom. content: gender neutral reader

“Oh-!” you gasp quietly, staring at the bloodied mirror.

In thick, crimson letters, the dripping warning says 'You belong to me'.

“Stop it! You’re such a romantic,” you finally conclude, twirling your hair and blushing innocently.

It was love at first haunting.

When you’d initially heard the creaks and the heavy footsteps, you assumed someone broke in. You took your bat and tiptoed down the dark hallway, heart slamming against your chest, terrified.

Then it occurred to you: the house was haunted. You breathed a sigh of relief and tilted the bat against the wall once more.

The romance started with subtle flirting. One evening you found deep scratches on your bedroom door, and giggled at the implications; someone must've been eager to get in. The entity grew bolder, cheekier. You'd often awaken from your slumber to a sudden, invisible weight dropping into your mattress, or you'd find foreign markings on your thighs and back.

While you appreciated the relentless courting, you couldn't help but want more. Thus, you decided to take matters into your own hands, standing before a mirror and chanting the name - which had been conveniently carved into your walls the night before - demanding for the creature to show itself. You don't remember much from the following sequences, just that you required a cushion to sit for weeks.

"You know, there's other ways to show it," you suggest with a grin, heading for the bed.

Without delay, the door slams loudly, and the floor begins to creak menacingly. You're abruptly pushed ahead, stumbling face-first into the pillows. Above you, the headboard becomes stained with a clawed handprint, slowly smudging itself towards you.

It seems you won't be going out tonight, after all.

[bunnis-monsters]

Bee hybrids being obsessed with your swollen belly full of their eggs, your breasts even more so, filled with milk...

What happened when someone accidentaly pinched your nipple and milk came out for the first time? Was it a "came immediately" situation for the hybrid having a go?

They’ve never had a human queen, so just imagine them marveling over your body, slowly learning what to touch and how to fuck you properly to leave you a moaning mess. Your pleasure is their top priority, so they’ve taught the new generation how to please the queen!

One of them discovers just how sensitive your nipples are, and they’re all definitely got oral fixations, so you often have one or two bees hybrids suckling at your breast while you’re being fucked.

So when you get pregnant, they don’t even know that lactation is a thing. They just love how plump and easily excitable you are while you’re pregnant, they just can’t help mating with their queen and stuffing you with a few more eggs!

It’s when they go to play with your breasts that they lose their minds. This sweet, white liquid spurts out, rolling down your skin. They’re surprised, their cocks twitching excitedly as they lap it up.

It’s almost instant, they go into a frenzy, some cumming just from the taste and others fighting to get a turn at your breast.

Your nipples being licked and sucked on has your pussy clenching around their cocks… your tummy is just so full of eggs but they can’t help it… you can take a few more.

Now that they know about lactation they definitely get excited over it every time you start incubating a new batch of eggs. They adore their queen~

[loopyart]

Hotel Bartender’s POV ♠️ 🕷️ ✨

[monstersholygrail]

*cue me draped over a dining chair talking on a telephone while twirling the cord*

“RING RING ITS GARGOYLE HOURS BABY! I WANT A BIG OL’ STORY WITH A DND NERD GARGOYLE AND BANSHEE READER WHO NEEDS HIM CARNALLY AND IS VERY VOCAL!!”

*hangs up before you can respond*

-☎️

*proceeds to call you back over and over again but hang up just as you answer and then giggle like a schoolgirl*

WC: 1.8k

You had it bad. You were absolutely down bad and wrecked for the Gargoyle bartender you had met long ago at your usual bar. In fact, he was the only one you ever really bothered to talk there.

Not many people went looking to pick a Banshee up at a bar. I guess screaming in ecstasy was easily confused with screaming for their impending death. Was death not hot as fuck? You had no idea at this point.

But the Gargoyle bartender was the only one who ever really caught your eye anyway. It didn’t help that not only was he stunningly gorgeous, but he had an amazing personality too. He was a total nerd under all those chiseled stone muscles and frequently acted as the Dungeon Master in your groups DnD campaigns.

You frequently found yourself drifting off in thought, subtly staring at him during game nights or during nights like this. Thats what you were doing even now, stuck in your head thinking about him as you order drink after drink. You didn’t even realize how late it had gone and how much you had to drink.

Until you went to stand up and the world immediately spun. You wobbled, letting out a loud ‘woah’ into the almost empty bar. Luckily Gargoyle bartender was right there to help steady you. A husky chuckle falling past his lips.

“Let me drive you home. I don’t trust anyone else with you right now,” he said into your ear.

Your pussy gushes with arousal, clenching around nothing at his words alone. They send a thrill up your spine and your drink-infused mind leans into him a little too much. But he doesn’t hesitate to firmly hold onto your wide waist to keep you stable against him.

The ride back to your place is silent. Yet comfortable. You two have done a lot together. Battling monsters and going on all sorts of adventures. Through a game, true, but they last hours and go on for months. You trust him.

He helps you up to your apartment due to the fact that the moment he let you go outside of his car you nearly stumbled into the concrete. Walking into your apartment he moves around the space with ease. Having spent more than a handful of game nights here.

Setting you down on your couch he moves to get you some water to help flush the alcohol from your mind. He sits with you, the two of you talking and laughing for hours. Suddenly you’re back to where you were at the bar. Downing drinks and staring the beautiful Gargoyle. Only this time you don’t have to be subtle about it.

By the look in his eyes you could see he was waiting for something. It wasn’t until all the fog had cleared in your mind, your eyes had dried up, and you seemed to get your focus back that you knew what he was waiting for. As if a chain had finally broken, Gargoyle bartender swoops down and captures your lips in a heated kiss.

You inhale sharply, leaning into him immediately. Not believing this was happening. This was really happening. It was all that ran through your mind as the two of you stumbled into your bedroom, throwing your clothes off along the way.

Rolling onto the bed you sprawl out, spreading your thighs wide for him. The moonlight casting a brilliant glow on your glistening folds. The gargoyle growls at your enticing form. His hand curls around his hard aching cock, pumping himself slowly as he watches you clench around nothing.

“Touch yourself,” he snarls. “You don’t know how many nights I’ve spent imagining what you look like touching yourself.”

Your eyes widen and there’s nothing that could’ve stopped you in that moment from sliding your hand down your body. You moan softly as you dip your fingers into your folds, spreading them and showing him all of you. He growls again and you shiver in anticipation, your need for him unbearable.

He slowly works his cock to the sight of you teasing and exploring your cunt as if it’s the first time you’ve ever touched yourself. It has his every nerve on edge. All while your body is shaking, your fingers dripping into your soaked pussy and imagining it’s his thick cock. But god, you know your fingers can’t even compare.

You don’t know how long the two of you go on. Edging yourselves, slowly bringing your bodies to the edge of release. Merely from the sight of watching each other use your hands to bring you to release. You rock into your fingers, body shaking, the tension in the air only making you want his cock that much more.

“I’m not gonna fuck you,” he says through panting breaths. Your head snaps up to meet his eye and you cry out, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through you. “Not like this. I want every moment of our first time together burned into your memory.”

“I’m not gonna forget this,” you moan, fucking your fingers even harder.

He laughs, the loud deep and raspy. His hand picks up to match with your pace and he moans, throwing his head back. Only then does he see the rising sun. His eyes widen in alarm.

“F-fuck!”

What you thought was a noise of pleasure has your body going over the edge. Your hips jerk into your hand and you moan loudly as your orgasm crashes through you. Your eyes closing in ecstasy. Gargoyle bartender watches you come undone. He grunts, about to cum himself when suddenly he can’t move.

A second later his body turns to stone, the sunlight pours through the windows and illuminates his strong features. As you come down from your release your eyes flutter open and you immediately gasp to see your Gargoyle a frozen statue standing at the end of your bed.

You knew gargoyles turned to statues in the sun. Your game nights were always exactly that. At night. He worked the night shift at the bar. But you had no idea his stone state looked like this. You didn’t exactly know what to do. You assume there is nothing you can do until the sun sets.

But in the meantime… he’s stuck exactly where he is. Frozen on the edge of a climax. You also know that gargoyles can see feel, hear, and see everything around them while in their stone state.

Oh, you could have fun with this.

You spend the entire day relentlessly torturing him. After you come up with your plan, you head off to take a shower. Not bothering to hide your plush form from his frozen eyes with a towel as you leave your room naked and come back naked.

Given that it was the weekend and you had nowhere to be, you didn’t see the point in wearing clothes at all.

Sometimes during the way you’d watch by, brush your hands along his skin. Every inch you thought might be sensitive. Even his frozen hard cock. But you only bother with lingering touches that were sure to drive him mad.

The day passes by quickly as you come up with way after way of teasing the Gargoyle.

Eventually you come up with the bright idea to put on some spicy entertainment on the tv. That way you can not only tease him with yourself, but with those in the videos as well. Your selection has more than the desired affect as you begin to squirm on your bed, moaning softly. Your hands going back to where they were this morning.

You get lost in the moment, so focused on your own pleasure that you forget everything else. The gargoyle at the end of your bed for one thing. But especially the setting sun.

The first thing the Gargoyle can smell is your arousal. The last thing he had smelt before turning to stone welcomes him back as he returns to flesh. It perfumes the air and riddles his mind with blinding lust. His hand flies off his cock, not wanting to waste his seed on touching himself. Not when you’ve been so naughty all day.

You hear a low growl pierce the air and you freeze. The people on the television long forgotten. You barely have time to look to the end of your bed as he’s pouncing on top of you. All you see is a blur and the next thing you feel is his thick leaking tip making a mess of your folds.

“Was it worth it?” He snarls, meeting your wide eyes. You know you’re in some serious danger but you prepare yourself to get the best fuck of your life.

“Yes,” you don’t hesitate to say.

“No fucking remorse?”

With another growl he slams his cock inside you. Both of you release fierce screams into the air. He doesn’t give you a moment to breathe. It’s only fair after what you’ve been doing to him all day and you welcome it. Writhing and moaning on his cock. Desperately trying to buck up into his furious thrusts.

Gargoyle swears he sees red as he pounds his cock inside you. The sound of your joining echoing off the walls and overpowering the video still running on the tv.

His claws sink into your curvy hips and you arch into him, wanting everything he’ll give you. He brings you down on his massive length even harder, wanting to tease you as much as you’ve been teasing him all day.

And he just does that with the skillful way his dick glides along your wet gummy walls. Keeping you right on the edge just as you had done to him. He leans over you, surrounding you completely and you happily let yourself be consumed.

With this new angle he shifts his hips, grinding his pelvis roughly against your clit. The unique texture of his stone-like skin has your body buzzing and tingly. You let go almost immediately and he makes you cum so hard you can’t hold in your banshee scream as you clench down hard around his length.

The Gargoyle grunts as you squeeze his cock, milking it for all its worth. You’re so perfect, so tight around him. He can’t possibly hold back for another second. He throws his head back, letting out a roar that rivals your scream as he cums deep inside you.

Spurt after spurt it seems never ending. An entire day worth of being pent up spills inside of you. Your body trembles with the aftershocks as you feel him fill you up, keeping your body stuffed full of him.

You sigh in relief, a sense of contentment coursing through you. You had been waiting all day for this too. And it was even better than you imagined. But as you look up at the Gargoyle, catching his heated predatory gaze, you know the night is long from over.

And he doesn’t plan on stopping until the sun comes up.