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cremonamone · 6 months ago
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hi mona! i have a question for you and a drabble request if you are still taking those. what are your favorite monsters to write? and for drabble, i would love to read *literally* anything with an orc!
You're my first requester! Thank you so much! I haven't written a lot of monster stories yet, but I am working on a mer-person novel that I'm really enjoying. I've never written or read much with orcs, so hopefully this is okay! I may have gotten a little carried away.
Fem Reader X Masc Orc
18+ Only - Smut ahead!
Word Count: 1850
The Hunt for a Roommate
When you posted online that you were looking for a roommate, you really expected more university students who needed affordable housing and fewer weirdos who thought it would just be “really, really cool to live with a human”.
You try not to hold your breath as you wait for your final appointment of the day. You booked him last because you really weren’t keen on living with a big orc. No offence to orcs, of course, but there’s barely enough room in the one bedroom apartment for you by yourself, and the floors creak like old bones and buckle in a few spots like they’re made out of cardboard. A gnome or a fairy would’ve been ideal. Someone who could fit in tight spaces and not take up too much room, but the only gnome who showed up spent the entire interview trying to stare up your skirt, and you really, really, don’t want to be dodging that energy in your own home.
You only signed the lease in this shit hole because you thought you could handle the rent on your own, but things have changed and you need to adapt. So, you can move into the hall closet and he can take the bedroom. Hopefully he travels light and only wants to live here for the four months you’re laid off. Fingers crossed he’s a normal dude who just really needs a place to stay.
He knocks on door and it sounds like a hammer falling.
It’s so loud you hear the neighbour across the hall open their door and tell him to shut up. Not a great start. Still, you stand up from the couch. You made cookies, and they’ve cooled over the course of would-be roomie interviews today, but there are still a few left and he can have them.
The door always takes a minute to unlock. The previous tenant only had three, but you’re a wee bit paranoid being a human and a woman alone in this part of town makes people think you’re an easy target. You vetted every single interview today as well as you could without hiring a background checker, but you’re still stunned when you open the door: He’s fucking beautiful.
He’s gotta be at least 6’9”, and he glowers down at you from the doorway while your neighbour continues to scream from across the hall. You ignore her as you invite him in. As tempting as it is to tell her fuck off, you don’t want to escalate the situation outside of your home. Inviting trouble in is not a good idea.
He has to duck to get through the door frame, and he already looks displeased. He’s thick too, wide and chubby with a lot of definition. You point him to the couch and it sags a little under his mass, but he looks at home immediately. He spreads his knees and you feel the urge to drop between them and see what he’s packing under his jeans, but you shake it off and take the chair you set across the table. You pick up your list of questions.
“Help yourself to a cookie,” you say, and he picks one up and pops it into his mouth in one bite. His lower teeth jut out onto his cheeks, which have a little colour in them aside from the mossy green of the rest of his skin. A blush?
“Delicious,” he says, and you don’t know why but those three syllables make you cross your legs.
“Thanks. I’m a baker, so there’s usually some sort of baked goods around the house. What do you do?”
“Security.”
“Oh. You keep odd hours? I’m often out the door by 2am and sleep through the afternoons.”
“I work nights. Daylight hurts my eyes.” He gestures to the sunglasses hanging off the neckline of his muscle shirt. “Orcs are mostly nocturnal, which is good for warfare and bad for city living.”
“Then why live in the city?”
“I like it here. In my grandparents’ days, you could pillage, and fuck, and do and take whatever you wanted as long as you were under the command of a warlord. But that’s changed, hasn’t it? The instincts remain, but the opportunity to use them has been cut off.”
“What do you do with all your pent up aggression?”
“I fuck, and I hope for something interesting to happen at work.”
Your belly does a little flip. You set your paperwork aside and look him up and down. He really is stunning. He’s a comforting shade of green, his head is wide and square, and he has a hooked nose that flares as he sniffs the air. He takes another cookie and you enjoy watching him chew. You always like watching people eat your food. All the work you put into your craft becomes worth it as soon as someone else tastes it and enjoys it.
“These are good,” he says, and you melt a little at the compliment. “I work full time, so I usually eat take out. It’s nice to get something homemade.”
“I cook every day. I don’t mind making extra.”
“We’ll get along well.”
The deep tones of his voice warm you inside. It reminds you of a crackling fire, burning long and low, twigs snapping under the pressure of the heat. You want to feel his rumble inside of you, to experience a kiss from someone with a mouth that’s so different than your own.
“You have a crumb,” you say, and reach for the napkins you bought just for these interviews, but his tongue darts out to collect them in such a quick flash that you blink and it’s over.
“So, should I give you the tour?”
“Yes.”
“You’ve already seen the living room, kitchen, and entryway. So this is the bedroom.” You walk the twelve feet to the closed door and pop it open. You weren’t planning to show it to anyway, but there’s no way he’ll fit in the closet and you really need this to go well. Either you get cozy in the closet, or you back your bags and hit the streets.
“Looks like it’s occupied.”
“Honestly, I was trying to rent out the closet, but I’ll take it and you can have the bedroom.”
“Will you be taking the mess with you?”
“I’m a baker, okay? I keep the kitchen clean. I keep the bathroom clean. This is my... nest.”
“There are shoes on the bed.”
“I was in a hurry this morning.”
“That is not a mess one makes in a morning. You keep the bedroom. I’ll take the couch.”
“Why are you so desperate for a place to live?”
“A pipe burst in the floor above mine. This is short term.”
“Right.”
“So, we should both enjoy it while we’re together, right?”
You feel him at your back, towering over you, and you want to melt. You have to clear your throat before you answer. He isn’t... coming onto you, right? “Right. So you take the couch. I’ll keep my room. I’ll show you the bathroom.”
You open the door and step inside. Wrong direction. His body fills the space so your hips press against the counter top.
“How do you feel about a roommates with benefits situation?” The question pops out of your mouth before you even have the chance to think it through, like it got so overheated it short-circuited. He grins, like this was his plan all along, and his massive hands engulf your hips. He lifts you like you weigh nothing and sets you next to the sink, then pushes himself between your legs. It’s a stretch to fit him in there, but it burns nicely.
“Pretty fucking good,” he answers, then his tongue is on your neck, finding the spot that makes your toes curl, and he’s thrusting into you, firm but not hard enough to hurt, with both of your clothes still on.
“So the rent is-”
“Sounds good.” His hand descends to your pussy and he rubs it. You moan, long and loud, and he grins. “Sounds really good.”
His fingers dip into your top and he pulls, tearing in a long, messy line down your front so your breasts are bare. The cool air of the apartment hits them and they pebble. He descends upon them like a starved man. He said he said he needed to fuck to keep his instincts in check, but you hadn’t expected this level of attention from him. He worships your breasts, sucking on the skin while his fingers play with your nipples, pressing them down firmly, pinching them hard then rubbing them soothingly. His massive mouth envelopes one and he sucks the entire thing into his mouth, the suction so hard that you almost cum just from that. You grind against him, and his hands dip lower to grip your thighs. He makes quick work of your pants, ripping them off like they’re made of paper.
You gasp as his fingers find your pussy and spread it, and the warm air of the apartment hits the sensitive skin. He leans back just far enough to look at it, and even though you squirm under his direct stare, it’s hard to be modest when he blows on it. You buck under the warm sensation and wriggle in his hold. His hand slides from your hip down to join the other at your cunt, and he presses one finger inside. You have to stretch to accommodate just the one finger, and the burn from it is almost enough to make you come right there. Your head falls back. His face towers over you, grinning, as he begins to pump it in and out and rub your clit simultaneously.
You’re screaming, you know because your throat hurts, as he hikes your legs up and bends you in half, continuing to destroy your pussy with just one finger. Your climax builds and you come, but he doesn’t stop.
“Come for me one more time,” he commands, and your body reacts like it knows how to take an order, spasming and clenching hard on him, your vision going black for a long moment.
You feel like you should thank him. “I’ll make brownies tomorrow,” you say, somewhat nonsensically, while he helps himself to a towel from the drawer beneath you and wipes you up. You shoot up and grab his wrist. You’re too sensitive, and yet... “I want your cock.”
He chuckles, raises his hand to his mouth and licks your cum from his fingers, his eyes dark and haughty.
“We’ll work up to that. You could barely take my finger today. But we have time. This arrangement is just beginning, after all.” He lifts you like you weigh nothing and carries you to the couch, where he arranges you in his lap. “Rest, so I can fuck you again later. We have to get that pussy nice and stretched for me.”
You moan, your toes curl, and he stares down at you with a rugged sense of pride. The future looks bright.
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spoczkoty · 9 months ago
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Before and after painting
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cavaliersecondary · 1 year ago
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maybe this isnt about monsterbf... maybe this is about me.....
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floral-and-fine · 3 years ago
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@thetravelerwrites wrote the cutest story and I just had to draw the drider Noah. I love him so much❤️😊 such a cutie!!!
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azursrevenge · 3 years ago
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puppy bf x bunny bf >>>
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cosmic-whorror · 4 years ago
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Klaudio on the prowl
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adenandraofvespertine · 4 years ago
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Day 11 of @cosmic-whorror 's monster boyfriend challenge!
Mothman~
I had a little trouble thinking up this one, I tried drawing him a few times but I never found the inspiration. Luckily today I had a clearer head so here he is.
Meet Seth. He's a gentle soul and a night dwelling monster, having to stay out of sunlight because it damages his eyes. He's covered in a thin layer of fur, has bright red eyes and his wings molt off bimonthly. You'll most likely meet him when he's drinking milk tea on a park bench at night, he's shy but polite and upon making conversation you discover he's a ghostwriter. He's sweet, shy, cuddly, sensitive, hard working and you are his lämp.
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setantaa · 4 years ago
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Redrawing my boy
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rainydaytoad · 4 years ago
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Buff swimmer boy 
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kahelekreations · 5 years ago
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Long time, no actual post on here...well here’s some Entrapdak trash that I’ll be filling my tumblr with if I do more 😅
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cremonamone · 6 months ago
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Prompt: 6 - “No one’s going to hurt you.”
Monster Partner: Werewolf Pack X Reader
Small Sized!: 500 Word Drabble
Rating: 18+
Kinks and Warnings: Multiple men/1 woman, blindfolded/bound, copious amounts of cum
Pack Bonding
The alpha hums quietly into your ear. You’re blindfolded, and his breath on your ear is enough to make you shudder. Your hands are bound behind you, and he’s tipped you back, opening your naked core to the room, while his solid chest and hands keep you comfortable and hold you upright. The rest of the room, the pack into which you just entered, pants around you in excitement.
“Speak up if you feel overwhelmed,” he says, and his voice is strained, rough and raw on your shoulder. He dips his head to press deep kisses over your bare shoulder. He finds the spot on your neck that makes your toes curl and abuses it with his sharp teeth, until your bucking into the open air. Modesty forgotten, embarrassment a thing of a past life.
“You are the most important thing to this pack. Your happiness. Your safety. Your pleasure. No one’s going to hurt you or trespass uninvited.”
Someone whines, maybe out of impatience, but you think it might be the kind one, the one who always makes breakfast. The one who cares so much about your safety, and you smile.
“If I didn’t know that, I wouldn’t be here, would I?”
You spread your legs wider and turn your head to nip at the alpha. Someone comes forward and grabs your hips. He thrusts inside of you without any preamble, his moan filling the room as the others descend upon you.
You are all one. There’s no end to them or beginning to you. Mouths bite and lick and kiss at your skin, cocks thrust into your cunt, against your clit, in the space between your breasts while two others suck on your nipples.
Your alpha doesn’t move from his place behind you, his touches stirring you higher and higher, holding you steady through every thrust and climax. He takes your chin and opens your mouth with his thumb and you suck hard on it before a cock rubs against your lips. You’ve never been used so well or so hard. You can’t count the orgasms: theirs or yours.
They are all taken care of, lying on you or around you, fingers tracing little circles on your skin, when you realize he didn’t get his turn. He removes your blindfold, and you blink even in the dim light and look at the satisfied faces of your back. They let you go and give you space as the alpha raises to his knees, lifts you onto yours and slams into you. He holds your hips, your bound arms squished between you. A scream rises in your throat as he pumps his cock into your soaked pussy. He raises you higher and higher as he shifts, his claws pricking against your skin, his cock growing impossibly large inside of you. You mewl against him, watching the rapt faces of your pack until your final orgasm overtakes you and you cum, screaming and full.
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gayforplague · 6 years ago
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Me: man I wanna fuck a demon or a monster. Humans suck. I'm so desperate!
Someone on rolechat: sure! I'll play a demon *proceeds to be an incubus or a werewolf or vampire*
Me: uGhHhhHhhhHHHhhHHHhH. Werewolves are glorified furries. Vampires are just edgelords and incubi are the weakest shittiest demons there are. *insert a five page rant here*
Someone on rolechat: I thought you were desperate wtf
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byebyepip · 6 years ago
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I just want to listen to music, smoke, and dream about a monster railing me from behind
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yuramec · 6 years ago
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Inktober day 11. Simon slime.
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z00gi · 7 years ago
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This was my final for my comics class called Monster Fucker. Thought I’d share it~
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ear · 7 years ago
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lance is trans and names himself after weapons bc he thinks it makes him cool conspiracy theory
YOU KNOW WHAT? WIG. UR ABSOLUTELY RIGHT
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