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Request: female x female monster request where the female monster, maybe a gargoyle or ghost recognizes the reader voice from the nsfw audios she makes, and monster women teases reader and takes her somewhere private (whether that be her home or a bathroom is your choice lol)

A/N: I don’t know why, but I thought a café bathroom would be even hotter than a place like a bar or something, so there’s that. Enjoy!

The prettiest voice

Fem!gargoyle x fem!reader || dirty talk, semi-public sex

You’re out and about at the café with your friend when you feel someone tapping on your shoulder. You let out a very undignified yelp as you turn around to see the most beautiful butch gargoyle you’ve seen in your life. You might be drooling a little because she’s just… perfectly your type.

Good goddess, if you don’t just want her to completely ruin you right there.

“Excuse me,” she asks, her tone amused and flirty. “Are you whispers-of-desire?”

You let out a gasp, looking at her and feeling all the blood in your body rush to your face as you get increasingly flustered. Her smirk is enough to warm every cell in your body.

“What’s she talking about?” Your friend asks, arching a brow in your direction, completely confused.

“I’m- I’m not,” you stutter, your brain completely short-circuiting.

This can’t be happening, there’s no way the most gorgeous gargoyle just walked to you and asked if you’re someone making erotic audios of yourself masturbating. There’s just no way your life is like that.

Your face must be hotter than a hell fire as you stare back at the gargoyle, trying to make her understand with a look alone that your friend has no idea how filthy you are.

To her credit, she understands immediately, bowing her head and apologizing for her error before disappearing back into her own booth. Your friend comments how weird that was and changes topics easily.

But you? You can’t stop thinking about the gargoyle and the way your exhibitionist desires are bubbling to the surface. Your pussy soaks your panties as your eyes run up and down her back and wings from across the café.

A bit later, you’re at the counter waiting for the barista to pay you some attention when you feel a presence sit down next to you. You turn around in time to see the same gargoyle from before, smirking down at you and making you all kinds of hot and bothered.

Fuck, why does she have to be a muscle mommy? Your knees go weak the second she passively flexes her biceps in front of you.

“You are her, aren’t you?” She asks, the smirk on her mouth decadent, her body way too close to be proper. But who cares about proper when this hot as hell gargoyle is clearly into your erotic audios? “The second I heard your voice, I knew it.”

Your cheeks heat once more, and with the way she sniffs the air, she knows what kind of mess her words made of your panties. That only seems to amuse her further. “Yeah. But- But my friend doesn’t know I do that,” you confess.

“So you’re being a filthy little human in private but all proper in public?” She asks with an arched brow and a smirk so big you could spot her fangs. Fuck, that’s even hotter.

“You- You can say that,” you stutter. You curse all the gods for making you this shy in person.

Truth be told, even if you had a decent following online, you didn’t think anybody would recognize your voice. You never posted anything personal, just some audio of you whispering nonsense as you played with yourself, and they became really popular in some circles… Plus, you enjoyed the attention and how it fed right into your exhibitionistic streak.

“Where’s your friend? She left you all alone?” She asks, making you shiver with an edge of anticipation.

Shit, she’s flirting with you. Act normal, you try to remind yourself as you attempt to respond like a normal person. Unfortunately, your tone comes out all high and a bit panicky. “Yes- yes. She had to- She had to go pick up her kid.” You curse yourself for your complete stupidity.

She chuckles. “Is that so? Maybe you can show me, then.” Her tone is downright sinful, her hand touches your arm and makes your skin erupt in goosebumps.

Your heart is beating so fast you might be having a heart-attack soon. “Show you what?” You ask, your attempt at trying to sound nonchalant still ending up sounding way too eager.

She leans in close- so close to you that you can feel her hot breath against your mouth when she whispers: “You can show me how pretty you moan… for me.” Your whole brain stops working, and your clit starts throbbing in time with the beat as your heart.

“He- here?” You ask, confused.

Is she asking you to go home with her? Because you totally will if she asks you to.

She chuckles, her hand cupping your jaw as she stares into your eyes in a way that makes you feel like she’s scrying your whole soul. “Do you want to?” She questions back, a smile on her lips as she leans forward and gives you the most chaste kiss.

“Yes,” you whisper, craving more of her kisses, craving more of her.

She smiles so big you feel like you’ve won a prize. “Okay, baby,” the pet name makes your whole body shake. “Wait for me in the bathroom, I’ll be right there.” She pulls back and asks for the check, paying yours and hers as you walk backwards until you feel yourself enter the hallway leading to the bathroom.

You’re barely inside when someone closes the door behind you. She picks you up and spins you around so fast you almost get dizzy. The second her mouth is over yours and your legs are around her middle, it feels like a frenzy, like you can’t get enough of her.

She presses your back against the wall and starts kissing down your neck, whispering filth against your heated skin. “Are you going to moan for me like you do in your audios? Are you going to cum so prettily you let out those tiny whimpers of need that drive me fucking insane?” She lets out a tiny growl at the end and your blood boils.

Her hands are everywhere, cupping your boobs, groping your ass, touching every inch of your body over your clothes until you’re moaning and she’s smirking so big against your neck that you can feel the tip of her fangs brush against your jugular. Fuck, that only makes you run hotter.

“I’ve been listening to you frantically, you know?” She confesses, opening your pants and slipping a hand inside.

The angle is weird, but the second she finds your clit you’re groaning like you have in your filthiest audios. She’s encouraged by this, sucking a mark on your neck and going lower, until she can feel how wet you are for her already.

“I’ve been obsessed with your voice since the first time I heard you. Then I heard you here and, fuck, you’re even prettier than I imagined. You are just perfect. Such a pretty little human that moans beautifully enough to bring a gargoyle to her knees.” She slips two fingers inside of your sopping wet pussy and you let out an obscene sound. “Do you like that, baby? Do you like to know I’ve been touching myself to your audios for the longest time?”

“Ye- Yes. Fuck. I- I’m glad,” you let out in the most obscene voice you can muster, which comes out naturally because her fingers are better than any dildo you have.

“Curse for me more, baby, let me hear your pretty voice some more.” You whimper, your pussy clenching around her fingers, head thrown back as she kisses your neck and continues to get completely filthy with her words.

“I’m- I’m so close… Please,” you beg. Her fingers move faster, rubbing over your G-spot as she presses the heel of her palm against your clit. Your hips are moving frantically, seeking a release that you can feel at the edge of your consciousness already.

She groans at the same time as you do. “Fuck, I love when you beg like that.” She licks your open mouth, and you whimper. “Cum for me, pretty human. Let me hear how fucking filthy you sound when you cum so messily around my fingers.”

And instantly you do. Your body seizes as you clench around her fingers, head thrown back as you moan. You’re completely oblivious to your surroundings as she drives you completely wild.

She’s still kissing your neck when you come back to your senses, her fingers slipping out. She pulls them up until they’re in front of your face and you open your mouth dutifully. She slips them inside and you suck them clean as she groans like it pains her.

She pulls them back and kisses your open mouth, releasing your body slowly. “Wha- what about you?” You ask her, your legs weak under you to the point where she has to hold onto your waist so you don’t fall.

She just chuckles. “Oh, baby, the day isn’t over yet… I just need to take you to someplace where you can scream.”

Fuck yeah.

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now THAT'S character growth

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tonight i swore a blood oath to the minimum wage workers at my local subway

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Poor gal can not catch a break

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Wiress' cannon: *goes off*

Ceasar Flickerman on live tv: well, guess we could say Beetee is Wireless now!

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The series continues

with low ass quality because web Pinterest won’t show me pins😭

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I saw someone on TT says Wiress wouldn’t have won the 75th Hunger Games (if there wasn’t a rebellion) because of her age and wtf????

Guys she’s literally only in like her early-mid forties in Catching Fire and not only that, with her brain? She’d smoke all of those bitches

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Everyone shut up and look at these BTS photos I found of the Victors

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Whatever you do, don’t think about Beetee promising Wiress he’ll bring her home again

He promises her that he’ll bring her home at 44 just like he did when she was 18. He’s 26 years older now, 56 years old and 26 years smarter

His first Victor, the first one he managed to bring home to Three. He brought her home once and he promises to bring her home again, so why would he think this time would be any different?

He’ll bring her home, he has to. Beetee won’t break his promise to Wiress

But he fails. Beetee fails and he blames himself because he didn’t bring her home for the second time, because if out of the two of them, she was supposed to survive and if anyone was supposed to die, it was supposed to be him

Wiress was supposed to go home. He broke his promise

Whatever you do, don’t think about it

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“Most of the tributes went nuts, but not Wiress.”

Do you think ur funny suzanne? Are you laughing? how dare u.

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LA BELLE ET LA BÊTE (2014)

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Misty moody welsh woods by simon rees

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Festus Creed talking to Coral

—The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (2023)

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Lady Oscar (1979)

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Thinking about tbosas from the other perspective is so funny to me because imagine you’re Lucy Gray and the way you make a living is by singing and being a charming, charismatic performer. The people in your district love you, you have a nice family, sure your parents are dead but things aren’t so bad.

Then you get Reaped because your boyfriend cheated on you - so now you have to fight for your life in an arena.

When you get to the Capitol you’re met by a guy around your age who says his job is to take care of you in the arena, so you figure you should probably use some of those charms you live by on him so you have a better chance at survival. So you flirt with him a little, save his life etc. It works! He helps you! Now you’ve won the Hunger Games! You get to go home and see your family! Thank you random Capitol guy for your help, bye bye now.

And then you’re singing on stage, with your family who you literally killed people to see again, thrilled to be alive and this fuckin Capitol guy has followed you home.

Oh and also he’s a peacekeeper now so is legally allowed a gun.

And now he kind of won’t leave you alone - the charm worked too well and he’s obsessed with you. Brilliant. But you’re a survivor. So you let him get closer, just enough to feel safe. And as you get to know him better, maybe you’re thinking, hey this guy isn’t so bad, he’s kind of cute with his buzzcut and he seems to really like you, maybe this could be something. Also it might be useful to have a peacekeeper on side - everything in your district is about survival.

Things are going well, you write a song about him, he cries, your little cousin loves him.

And then he murders someone in front of you and you’re like oh shit he crazy. And THEN you realise that because of the person he murdered, the mayor is now out for your blood and you’re probably gonna die so you have to get out of there ASAP so you say bye to this guy and he INVITES HIMSELF TO YOUR ESCAPE PLAN and you have to be like “oh sure, that’s super news, would absolutely love to have you along with me, I’m so glad you asked.” So now you’re stuck with him again.

And THEN you’re in the middle of escaping and he fuckin tells you he’s murdered an extra person you didn’t know about and when you ask him who, he says his old self and now you’re thinking oh shit he CRAZY crazy. And THEN he finds the gun he used and you realise that if he destroys that evidence then you’re the only loose end and he has a kind of crazy look in his eye so you’re like, okay time to nip this in the bud, I’m outta here gotta go pick some katniss. So you run away from him and THEN he follows you again and fuckin shoots at you so you run FASTER and now you’ve disappeared and no one will ever find out what happened to you which drives him absolutely crazy for 60+ years.

Oh and also they’re going to erase all footage of your Games so no one will remember you and he’s going to become a tyrannical dictator who has personal beef with three different sixteen year olds from your district over the years, all because you hurt his feelings one time.

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Clark Carmine must has lived in perpetual state of fight or flight. Constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. He knew more than most how dangerous Snow truly is. How people he loved tend to die when District 12 gained a new Victor.

On the last night of the 3rd Quarter Quell when Katniss let the arrow fly and power went out he knew then: run for the woods.