Request: I really want something pred/prey and I keep wanting to err towards gargoyle but minotaurs are ofc a favorite......…
From dinner to alleyway fucking
Gargoyle x fem!reader || primal play, dirty talk, (light) degradation, public sex, (accidental) exhibitionism
The second you step out of the restaurant you feel eyes on you. Your friends wave goodbye and walk in the opposite direction. You walk with shaky legs. You had a single drink, but it was enough to make you all giggly. You don’t know what it is, but you can feel something in the air that gives you goosebumps.
Your head turns around and you scan the street, but there’s nobody who looks suspicious. There’s only a couple making out against a car, and a lonely old lady clearly waiting for a cab. You continue walking, this time going a bit faster. Your heartbeat picks up when the people disappear in the distance and you find yourself alone in the empty street, only one or two cars passing by. The air feels colder than it is. The fear starts to fill your every pore.
You hear the first howl to the night before you start running. Your cute sandals look perfect with your dress but are awful to run with. You can hear wings, you can hear growls behind you, but you are too scared to look over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of whoever is following you.
Your intents to not fall make it harder to run, your heartbeat going a mile per minute while you try your best to outrun the mystery monster chasing you through the night. The whole street is deserted now, not even passing cars. It only makes the feeling of fear inside of you get even worse.
You can feel tears pickling in your eyes, but you don’t let them fall as you do a harsh turn and step into an alleyway. Maybe you can gain terrain like this. Maybe whoever is chasing you would lose track if you do enough turns… You should have known better.
A huge body crashes onto yours and you let out a scream that could wake up the dead. A hand instantly covers your mouth, effectively shutting you up while the tears finally fall down your cheeks. Your heart is beating so fast you feel seconds away from a heart attack.
“Shh, it’s me, kitten,” the big gargoyle in front of you lets out with a huff of amusement.
Your whole body is trembling so hard you can barely see the monster in front of you. The adrenaline still rushing through your veins with such force you aren’t sure how much longer you are going to hold it together.
He kisses your cheek once, your forehead, your hair… And you try to relax, but your whole body is on high alert still. “It’s not- It’s not funny,” you tell him through pent-up tears.
“Oh, but it is, kitten. You are so scared, such a sweet little lamb running away from the big bad gargoyle chasing you down…” His words ignite a different emotion inside of you, one that makes heat pool in your lower abdomen, your legs clenching together involuntarily. He growls, and you know he can smell the change in your mood.
“There she is…” He almost purrs against your ear, sniffing your neck and biting lightly on your earlobe. You shiver, this time from something different than fear. “You smell so much better now… All scared and horny. My kitten is always ready to play, isn’t she?” The way she talks about you is making your heartbeat pick up again, but for very different reasons.
His hands are exploring your body, groping your softness and pinching every once in a while, his huge body keeping you pressed against the wall behind you. The building’s bricks add the just amount of pain to your back to make all sensations amplify while you try not to moan too loudly. You are in public, still.
Your boyfriend’s hands travel down and down, until his hand slips below the cute skirt you chose for dinner. His growl is so loud and sudden you jump a little. “You go out looking this delicious and no underwear on? It’s like you were wanting to be chased by a monster,” the way he growls the last phrase is enough to send mixed signals of lust and anxiety through your body.
“I’m- I’m sorry,” you stutter, your brain short circuiting while he rubs your pearl like he’s a professional clit-stroker. “It’s laundry day. I- I didn’t- Fuck. I didn’t have clean underwear.” It’s a vague excuse, and you both know it.
“Is that so?” He asks against your ear, his big body looming over yours while you try with all your might not to fall. Your legs are shaking so bad you are fearing you’re going to end up in a puddle on the floor at any moment. “I think you are lying. I think you like to go out without underwear. It makes your pussy wet to think someone could catch a glimpse because you are a dirty, dirty kitten.”
You try to respond to that. To tell him he’s wrong, but he uses his best advantage: his hand on your pussy. A single digit breaks in your wet heat and your legs shake under you, almost giving up. What comes out of your mouth is a muffled “Nghg” that makes him laugh.
“All fiery and bratty until I get my hand on your pussy. It’s like you have a remote control, the second I push the right buttons…” He curls his finger in the perfect angle to hit your G-spot and you whimper loudly. Your face is heating up with embarrassment, but that only makes your pussy wetter. It makes him laugh, as if he wasn’t probing that exact point.
“You are so mean,” you whisper more to yourself than to him.
But his monster hearing is way better than yours, so he leans down enough to kiss your lips softly. “Oh, but you like it, don’t you? You like that I’m finger-fucking this pretty pussy in the open. You love the idea that somebody could walk by and see your being my good little kitten.” You moan, your pussy clenching around his finger, and he takes it as an invitation to continue talking. “Of course you like it. You are such a nasty girl. And tell you what? Because you were slutty enough to not wear underwear… I’m going to fuck you right here. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted to be fucked like the filthy kitten you are.”
Your brain is melted inside your brain. You can’t process a response to his dirty words. You can only roll your hips and clench around him. He understands it as the green light it is, chuckling against your neck before pulling his hand away and making you moan, trying to get him to push his finger in again. He doesn’t, though.
His hands fly to your front and he pulls down your top, exposing your boobs to the cold air. Your nipples are so hard they could rival the hardness of his gargoyle skin. He sucks one on his mouth and you grab onto his horns like your life depends on it. His hands travel south, cupping your ass for a second before pulling your skirt up and groping your bare ass.
He hoists you up, your legs coming around his waist instantly. You’ve practiced this movement so many times, his dick is right where it needs to be before he thrusts forward and fills you to the brim. You both moan in unison, and he starts thrusting instantly. He’s so big, and you weren’t stretched enough, but the light pain of his dick inside of you is enough to make it better. So much better.
“I missed you so much,” he groans against your ear, his hands on your ass, bouncing you on his cock while you cover your mouth with your hand trying to suppress the filthy sounds. Not that it’s much help when your pussy is dripping wet and the slap of your skins together reverberates on the walls, amplifying every single sound.
You are beyond the point of caring, chasing your release with each roll of your hips. He’s so big, he’s hitting that hidden spot inside of you that drives you fucking wild with desire. So deep you can barely focus on anything else. He’s talking, and his words are probably deliciously filthy, but your ears are ringing, your adrenaline is at its all time high, and you can feel the orgasm approaching with all your body at once.
It hits you harder than the wall of bricks on your back, harder than your gargoyle boyfriend’s skin. It hits you all at once and throws you into a different dimension while you shake, mouth open in a silent scream as you clench around his shaft repeatedly.
Your boyfriend is not far behind. He growls, loud and unashamed while his thrusts become erratic and he empties himself deep inside of you. You are both panting, your whole body trembling with aftershocks while he kisses you everywhere he can reach.
By the time you are calm enough, you hear a fap fap sound. You turn to the side to see a sweet-looking minotaur, hand wrapped around his dick before he lets out a curse. He fumbles with his pants and runs away before you can say anything. Fuck, he definitely saw you getting pounded.
“He’s going to jerk off thinking of your sweet pussy and pretty tits, kitten… Bad luck for him that this is only mine.” He cups your pussy and presses his fingers deep inside, pushing his come back in and making you moan once more.
hi i wanted to ask if you could do a story where reader is dating a gargoyle and one night he’s fucking them in a courtyard and they’re both right on the edge when the sun suddenly comes up and he freezes again, knot stuck in the readers cunt and pinning them to the ground in the courtyard, denying them of their orgasm but keeping them on his cock for the day. hopefully no one finds them ;P
A/N: Do laugh about the title, I think it’s so funny.
Twilight
Gargoyle x fem!reader || edging, overstimulation, sex toy (technically?), (very light) cum-inflation
Imagine having a gargoyle boyfriend. When you first saw him in the tall building across your office, you thought it was a hot as fuck statue, but when you spotted him moving when his shift ended… You almost had a heart attack. And your panties got wet at the same time. It took him three days to figure out the notes you kept hanging on the glass were directed at him, but that same day he waited for you to finish work and took you for coffee.
After that, well… You have a gargoyle boyfriend. And you are a bit obsessed with him. Or a lot. A whole lot, actually. He’s just so massive and wide all over, and he loves you so very much. He’s a romantic all over. He never spends more than an hour without giving you a kiss, his arm is permanently placed over your shoulder when you are out and about, and he likes to cuddle more than he likes anything else (even if his body is hard as a rock, pun intended, he’s surprisingly comfy). He’s perfect.
But if you are a 100% true to yourself, the thing that you love the most about him is the way he fucks.
His monster dick is the best thing that ever happened to your pussy. You’ve never experienced something like it. You aren’t sure you have words to describe it, even. He loves to wrap his wings around you while he fucks you, his whole body wrapped around yours in the warmest of embraces. He fucks you all night long. His dick buried so deep inside of you, his shaft rubbing against his G-spot at every little movement, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine until your thighs can’t stop shaking, and he chuckles in your ear, your utter debauchery is peak comedy to him.
And every once in a while, you enjoy a little rendezvous in the garden. Or anywhere semi-public where the threat of being caught is enough to drive him a little bit wilder, and to get you a little bit wetter. Your heartbeats matched in the cadence of sex while you gasp for breath at every thrust of his hips. To the point that you lose track of time. So much so that you are completely lost in pleasure when the sun starts to rise. Well, to be fair, you were so wrapped into each other that you forgot there was something that would put an end to the garden debauchery.
The second the sun breaks the horizon, your gargoyle boyfriend blinks a total of two times, his mouth open in the middle of an orgasm before he lets out a choked breath and his body freezes over yours. His dick is buried so deep inside you can feel it against your pleasure points. You try to move, but he’s… struck. The sun is up and your gargoyle boyfriend is right inside of you. In the middle of the garden. And he’s going to be frozen there for the next seven to eight hours (luckily for you, it’s still winter).
At first, you are just resting there, but then you roll your hips a little bit and gasp. You can feel him so deep inside, and the ridges on his dick still feel so good… You wonder if you could cum by just moving your hips slightly. A few moments later you discover that the answer to that question is yes. Not only you can come, but it feels incredibly good to be squeezing around his hard as stone (pun intended again) dick.
By the time the sun starts to set, and he comes back to his body, your pussy feels raw. You had so many orgasms that each twitch is almost painful, but still sends sparks of pleasure up your spine. You are a drooling teary mess under him, and his eyes blink open as he returns to his body. The roar that leaves his throat is monstrous when the sensations of his body come back all at once. Each little movement, each time you squeezed around his dick… All of it hits him like a brick, you can see it in his eyes as he starts rutting into you like a madman. Like a monster. He thrusts into your oversensitive pussy, his pubic bone rubbing your clit almost painfully while he surrenders himself to the accumulated orgasms and pleasure. Your vision whites out, his roars mix with the ringing in your ears while he drives you to another plane of existence altogether. You aren’t sure what’s real anymore, but you can still feel his dick buried deep inside of you while he fills you so much your stomach gets a bit bloated. Not such a bad day after all…
Letting your gargoyle boyfriend fuck you in the middle of the day is a huge risk, which is why it's so thrilling. The thought of him turning to stone mid-thrust is fun... In theory. The day it actually happens, he has you on your belly, his hips pressing against your ass with each deep thrust. His arm is wrapped around your shoulders, putting you completely at his mercy, unable to do anything but whine as he brings you closer to the edge of a blissful orgasm.
When he stops all of a sudden, you think it's because he's trying not to cum. But after a couple of seconds tick by, you realize he's not moving and his ragged breaths have stilled completely. You twist as best as you can to look at his face. His face is frozen in a snarl. A strip of sunlight washes his skin with a golden hue, activating the stone curse all gargoyles have. You glance towards the windows. The curtains are drawn, but not drawn enough. The wind must have moved.
"No," you whine, squirming.
All you manage to do is fuck yourself on a cock that's now made of smooth, unbudging stone. It feels thicker too. You manage to grab your phone from the nightstand. You've got at least half an hour before the sun sets. With a groan, you drop your face into the pillow and try to stay calm. You can't get comfortable, though. Not with his cock stretching you open so rudely. Half a torturous hour later, the sun sinks just enough for your boyfriend to come alive again.
The first thing he does is let out a ragged growl. Then he pulls out. Ah, blessed freedom. You're aching from lying in the same position for so long–the air gets knocked out of you when he thrusts back inside, and your eyes widen.
"Hey!" You protest.
"Half an hour of you fucking clenching around me," he grunts. "I thought I'd go insane."
"I'm soreee," you complain, but you let him roll you onto your back.
"You didn't get to cum," he coaxes breathlessly. "Let me finish you off, yeah?"
Garogyle boyfriend would be sad. He knew what he did wrong, but he was expecting you to be merciful to him and forget about it. He would follow you around without saying a word, just being sad and gloomy until you give up and suck his dick for being so fucking adorable. Little do you know it was his plan all along.
How gloomy would he be? What kind of puppy eyes would he give to you? Would he mop about like a scolded kid? Would his cock throb from knowing how weak you are for him and how quickly you would yield?
~Kat
Pouty rock
Gargoyle!boyfriend who knew he did wrong. He knew the second things happened that it wasn’t a good thing. He knew you’d be mad at him, which was only confirmed when you frowned in his direction and disappeared to another room. He would feel like shit for a bit, but the plan was already forming in his mind. He knows a simple apology won’t work on you.
Gargoyle!boyfriend who would hide his smile while he stares at you across the room. The second you turn around, he’s pouting again, his plan going perfectly while he acts all pitiful. It’s taking a bit more than he expected, but he knows you are weak for him. The same as he is for you. He only needs to wait a bit longer before you give in and forgive him.
Gargoyle!boyfriend who starts to get a bit anxious when you don’t give in after the third day. He’s pouted and acted all pitiful, following you around like a werewolf. But it doesn’t seem to be working, and he’s starting to feel like he truly fucked up this time. You keep giving him the cold shoulder, and his pitiful act stops being an act and becomes a reality. His pout isn’t fake anymore, his little whimpers when you turn away from his kisses are more than real. He’s worried about it, but above all, he misses you so deeply and wants to hug you more than anything.
Gargoyle!boyfriend who after the fifth day of following you around, starts to feel like utter shit. He apologizes, even if he knows it won’t work. He brings you flowers. He prepares your favorite food. He does everything he can, and he almost cries the second you turn around and throw your arms around his neck, finally, FINALLY, kissing him after days of nothing. He’s so pitiful that he ends up whining, hugging you close and rutting his dick against your abdomen. You scoff at him, chuckling when he continues moving his hips against your skin trying to relieve some of the tension. You end up on your knees, knowing it would be the best way of ending this pitiful play.
Gargoyle!boyfriend who cries out thirty seconds after you wrap your lips around his shaft. His dick throbbing painfully while you lick the vein on the side, the head bright red while you jerk the part of him that you don’t reach with your mouth. He’s so very needy and pent-up that he can’t help himself from coming way too soon, much to your amusement. But instead of making him angry, only powers him through to thoroughly show you how really sorry he is, and how he never wants you to pull apart for him anymore.
Since I heard Gargoyles freeze in the sun, I like to imagine that, while balls deep inside, the gargoyle suddenly freezes completely. Why? The curtains opened a fraction or something, leading to the sunlight hitting him straight on.
In other words ✨cockwarming✨
-👹
When I first thought about what to write for this I did think something hot, but then I immediately thought of some humour to it.
Cause could you imagine, you had planned for this, always had stuff nearby for the singular chance that your dear partner could end up petrifying during some freak shit sex, only for the one time it does happen the best you have within reach is a half bottle of lube and your phone?
Dribbling more lube across where he is still inside you before hastily checking your phone to look up when the time for sunset is for the day, seeing like three hours from now and groaning. This was not that bad but you can feel the slight beginnings of chafe to the backs and insides of your thighs, across your back where his arms are currently pressed against, and you shudder to think about how sore your inside will be after he comes back from this stone state.
Sulking and pouting at him as he de-petrified, telling him he owes you a massage, treats, and three orgasms as he robbed you of the one you were getting too before he turned to stone, only apparently he could still feel you while petrified so the moment he is fully free he cums hard.
That doesn't help him at all with your current sour mood.
Have Yourself a Gargoyle Little Christmas SERIES (gargoyle x f!human reader)
This is an aesthetic of my series on patre0n for this festive season! There are 4 naughty, very naughty parts waiting. You've been warned... or invited hehe
PART 1- Your gargoyle boyfriend helps take down the Christmas decorations from the attic and ends up double stuffing you.
PART 2-You and Elric decorate the house together, but again, he can’t keep his hands off you and starts using Christmas decorations on you.
PART 3-You’re at a Christmas party full of humans and monsters when Elric, pulls you aside. He wants you.
PART 4-It’s Christmas Eve and you have a surprise for your mate: a Santa suit for him and your own sexy outfit. Things quickly escalate.
Gargoyle x fem!witch reader || teasing, (light) dirty talk, size kink, (accidental) edging, magic sex
You are organizing some of the potions when someone taps your shoulder. You turn around to see a very handsome gargoyle fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, looking incredibly adorable for a creature so big. You smile softly in his direction. “Can I help you?”
“I have a bit of a problem,” he murmurs. Even in his low tone, his voice is rough and deep, and it sends shivers down your spine.
“Okay… So what is it?” You ask when he doesn’t answer right away. Your smile grows a tad bigger, trying to be reassuring and not sure if you succeed.
He doesn’t look at you when he responds. “I have a crack that needs to be filled.”
You smile, carefully placing your hand on his forearm. His whole body tenses and you pull away instantly. You don’t want to make him more uncomfortable. “Oh, okay. That’s fine. I can do that. Follow me to the back. I have all the things I need there.” You get walking and he follows dutifully. He stands there awkwardly as you get everything ready. “Okay, all set. Let me fix you right up.”
“But I…” He tries and ends up covering his mouth as if he can’t say whatever is on his mind.
“You kinda need to show it to me if you want it fixed,” you try. Coaching a gargoyle to tell you where his crack wasn’t in your plans for the day, but having a witch apothecary comes with weird timing.
He sighs and whispers: “It’s embarrassing.”
You try not to smile too big, his act too fucking cute for a creature so big and so hot. “Why?”
“It’s- Itsmydick.” He says it so fast you don’t catch what he says.
“What was that?” You ask, already figuring it out but just trying to get a clearer picture of it all. Also, because you think it’ll be funny, being a witch in a little town is boring sometimes.
“The crack is on my dick,” he enunciates very carefully. You are sure that if gargoyles could blush he’d be as red as a tomato, which only wants you to want him… carnally.
“That’s okay. It happens. Not the most common but I can happen,” you try to reassure him after a second, trying to act calm and collected and not like you want to salivate just thinking about touching his dick. “Okay, show it to me, then.”
He lowers his pants, his wings fluttering behind him with nerves, and it takes you a second to see the little crack on the side of his (very big) dick. You swallow around the knot in your throat, pressing your thighs together to try alleviate some of the tingly feelings down there.
“It’s not big but I-” It takes you a second to recognize he’s not talking about the size of his dick. You almost giggle, but you stop before it comes out.
“No worries. Better get it fixed soon, yes.” You get some of the potions and the little cream that would help the re-rockification of the crack. “Okay, I’m going to tell you this and you are going to feel very embarrassed, but it’s needed: you need to be hard.”
His voice is like a squeal: “What?”
“You need to be hard for me to apply the products, so either you do it…” You know is very unprofessional, but you have to take your shot when you can: “or I help.”
“Help?!” His voice raises at least three octaves.
You try to act nonchalant when you answer, as if you offered to jerk off all your clients. “Yes. I help you get hard so I can fix it.”
“O- o- okay,” he stutters, his dick already a bit hard just talking about it. Heat blooms in your lower abdomen, at least you know he’s also a tiny bit excited about this.
You get some of the cream on your hands, and rub them together to warm it up. The first touch of your hands on his dick is monumental. His dick is so big you can barely surround him with your hand, and with a couple of jerks, he’s already hard and leaking. You lick your lips, forcing yourself not to lean in and lick the drop at the tip.
“I’m so sorry,” he says when the leaking becomes a bit messy, a little patch forming on your leg while you apply everything to fix the crack.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s natural after all,” you reassure him. You want him so bad… He groans when your hand caresses his balls lightly, and you have to bite your lip not to smirk. “Okay, big guy, that’s it. You need to keep the area clean, and you shouldn’t practice any kind of sexual activity in the next seven days or so, I put a little spell on you to not let you finish. Less temptation that way. Come back for a check-up when you can.”
“Thank you,” he mumbles pulling his pants over his still very hard erection.
He almost runs out of there, leaving your smiling self behind, thinking about all the ways he could have fucked you with that monster gray dick. What an adorable and hot as hell gargoyle.
It takes him exactly seven days to reappear at the shop. “Welcome back! How’s your dick?” A naga turns around, scandalized, and slithers away with a huff. Pearl-clutching creatures…
He looks more fidgety than before, if that’s even possible. “It’s- It’s fine. I’m back for the check-up?”
“Sure. Come back so we have a bit more privacy,” you tell him. Your body is trembling in anticipation, you can almost taste the sexual tension sizzling between you two.
You sit on the little stool and he stands between your legs. He lowers his pants a lot faster this time, his dick fully erect in front of you. You lick your lips without realizing, a thousand thoughts of leaning forward and licking it cross your mind. That would be unprofessional. This is a check-up. But you are losing patience. You want to be debouched by this gargoyle.
You inspect his dick, happy that the crack is no longer noticeable. “O-kay! It looks good. I can take the spell off now.” You move your hands over his dick and clap when you are done.
You can’t even blink before he’s hoisted you on top of the closest table, settling himself between your legs, long skirt bunched at your waist, panties exposed.
“Yes?” Is the only thing he asks.
You don’t even have to think about it. “Fuck yes.”
He rips off your underwear, his claws trembling lightly when he probes your opening. You are more than ready to take him, but you can guess where his hesitation comes from. He’s huge compared to your human size. And his dick is… well, monstrous. But you dig it. You want it.
“It will fit,” you reassure him.
You grab his horns and pull him down, kissing him until he’s rutting his hard dick against your wet pussy. You push him away just enough for him to see you moving your fingers until some little sparkles appear and you can feel the heat traveling up your pussy. Magical lube is the best trick up your sleeve.
“Go, go. I’m ready,” you tell him, pulling him down to devour his mouth again.
He makes a confused sound, but your heels are on his lower back and you are pulling him forward until you feel the tip of his dick pressing against your opening. He goes in with an ease he’s probably not used to, because his moans turn sinful while his dick hits as deep as possible inside of you. You can’t take all of him, but it’s a good portion, and it fills you to the absolute brim.
He starts slow, but you pinch his side with enough force to make him flinch, bulking into you and making you moan. He doesn’t hesitate anymore, pounding into you like a madman while you chant ah ah ah with each thrust. Your whole brain is under a fog while he leaves you breathless.
By the time his movements become erratic, you aren’t sure how much more you can hold it, you reach down and start rubbing your clit with intent, head thrown back and whole body tense. With one last thrust, he hits your G-spot and the orgasm explodes inside of you. You see fireworks around your body, your magic going haywire while he thrust half a dozen more times and you feel him spilling inside of you. It’s as hot as lava, and sends you higher into the spiral of pleasure.
He’s breathing hard against your neck when he mumbles: “I’ve never been so happy to hit my dick with a flying rock.”
