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commission for Vegemiite!

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maybe i wanna live in a small town near a huge forest where i’ll meet my supernatural soulmate…

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Your monster boyfriend can't sleep without you. All these solitary years, he only had nightmares, terrible visions of his awful past. He hasn't slept for centuries. Until he met you.

The first thing he noticed about you are your eyes. So full of wonder and awe, shining like the most beautiful stars he has ever seen. Then he noticed how wonderful your body is: big, soft, warm, pulsating from life. After that, the divine smell of your skin when he touches you; your sweat on his tongue as he licks you. Then, the moist fuzz between your legs and how it hides the most precious of all things. And how your pussy welcomes him with dripping the sweetest nectar, needy for his massive cock.

You turned his anguish into lust, his nightly demons transformed into your naked figure trembling underneath him. Only once he has you, once he bites into your flesh, once he thrusts his cock into your leaking, hot cunt, once he hears you scream his name as he spills his seed - only then can he finally sleep peacefully.

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What I look like at the function knowing I should be in bed reading a reader insert rn

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Orc fic pt 2 (no idea what to title this lol)

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You talk to him about the day he found you and how you got here. You give him your name and he tells you his.

“You must be hungry”

“I am”, you say sheepishly.

He leads you to the kitchen and plates some bread, fruit, and dried meat. He stares at you as eat, you can’t decipher the intention behind his eyes.

Over breakfast you tell him a little bit about the world you’re from. He tells you of a summoning tower, it’s a large rock formation that convenes magic from other realms, and an elf mage he knows. The two of them might be a way to get you home, but you cant make the treck until the snow begins to melt, so until then you will have to stay with him.

“Are you sure about that? I dont want to be a burden”

“Well, you’re welcome to go back out there if freezing to death sounds more appealing”

The next morning you wake up to him sitting by the hearth again. He serves breakfast and tea, and shows you to the bath he has behind his house to wash up. He offers to wash your clothes you’ve been wearing for the past few days and gives you a sleeping shirt of his to wear in the meantime. He gives you a coat of his and you help him retrieve water from a well that’s heated in the bath by a spell. Magic, how convenient. You rest in the tub and let the warm water heal your cold frigid bones. In your relaxation your mind wanders. Sure you’re in a magical land of orcs and elves, not even sure if you can return home, but it’s not so bad. It’s not like you have much to miss back there, no family, no friends, a shitty job you hate. And you have quite the compassionate host. But why had he saved you? Leaving you there would have meant nothing to him, and now he has you to care for. Not that you’re complaining, you’re alive, of course. And it doesn’t hurt that he saved you, him with his veiny arms, shirt tight around his broad chest, calloused hands, scarred cheeks, heavy bulg-

Bath time is over.

You return to his house, wrapped up in his coat, but still shivering from the ice cold air on your damp skin and wet hair. He ushers you to warm up by the fire and spreads a map across the table, showing you the way to the magic tower. Once warmed up by the fire, you stand up to remove his coat. You’re left in his sleeping shirt, the hem hanging to your knees and fabric clinging to your hard nipples. You push the long drooping sleeves over your wrists. You look down to see his eyes fixed on you. Not quite a stare, he looks deep in thought almost, like he’s trying to figure out a puzzle. His eyes meet yours and he jerks his head away abruptly, busying himself with items on the table that clearly don’t need his attention.

You pretend not to notice and turn your attention towards his books. You ask him about them and he shows them to you. You can’t read what they say, yet you’re mesmerized by the markings of whatever language they’re written in. You go through them page by page, partly to pass the time, but also out of fascination.

The next morning you awake to a note on the table next to the bed. Words scribbled out the paper read:

Going to town. Will be back before noon.

You hop down from the bed and make your way to the kitchen. After fiddling with the kettle you figure out how to work it and make yourself some tea. He left some bread and fruit out for you as well. You peer out the window, admiring the vast white blanket of snow on this alien world. You find your mind drifting towards him again, his warm, soft eyes, how they were looking at you yesterday. Does he find your foreign human face funny looking? Or does he like what he sees? He’s probably just curious about you, being from another world and all. You probably look different from any of the creatures that live here.

The door creaks and his heavy footsteps pull you from your thoughts. You turn and see he is carrying a bag.

“Good morning”, you smile at him.

“Good morning” he grunts back.

He walks over to you and sets the bag down on the table. You begin to ask him how his outing was when he reaches into the bag and silently hands you three books. You inspect them and find that you can read the titles. You open one to the first page and find familiar words.

“What are these?” you ask.

“Books?”

“I know, I mean, why are they in my language?”

“So you can understand them”, he looks at you with his brows together.

“I know- I guess I’m asking- I-“

“They’re for you!”

“Oh!”, you look down at the book in your hand and feel warmth creeping up on your cheeks.

Yea hear him shuffling with the bag and look up to see him pulling out a mess of fabric. He hands it to you. You untangle the heap and separate two dresses, pants, and a top.

“The clothes you came in are inappropriate for this weather. Not to mention they look ridiculous.”

Before you can finish admiring the clothes, he sets down a round tin.

“I thought you might like this as well”, he doesn’t look at you.

You pick it up, you can’t tell what it is by the tin so you open up the lid and peer inside. An earthy, slightly sweet aroma coats your nose. It’s tea.

“How’d you know I like tea?”

“You’ve been drinking multiple cups every day, and I see you helped yourself this morning.” He tidies up the table. “And the books…I know you like to look through mine but I’m sure you would prefer some you can actually read for yourself.”

Before you can think better of it, you press yourself to him and throw your arms around him. “Thank you”, you hold him in a tight hug.

He jolts at your touch and you pull back.

“Sorry! I wasn’t thinking-“

“Its alright”, he mumbled, “…I don’t mind”

You hug him again and look up at him, chin pressed against his chest, arms still wrapped around him. “Thank you, again. I very much appreciate it.”

He moves his arm to return the touch, but stops, hovering his hand above you. You hold each other’s gaze only for a moment before he looks away towards the tea, fiddling with it and explains what it’s made from. You feel the familiar heat in your face again, and let him go.

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@blushycadaver

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Yinnari sketches

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I want a giant monster to cart me around his monster city liek this

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One second you’re thumbing through an odd book in an antique store, and the next you’re outside, in a forest, in the middle of a snowstorm. You fucked something up with that book and got zapped into another world. Incredibly ill dressed, you stumble around looking for some kind of shelter. You don’t make it very far before your feet and hands are numb. You come across a hollowed out tree and manage to squeeze your way in, hoping to find some shelter from the snow. But a tree isn’t going to do shit against a blizzard, and you quickly fade in an out of consciousness. Next thing you know you’re being carried, too delirious to process whats going on.

When you wake up it’s quiet except for the crackle of a fire, you’re laying down and you’re warm. You shift and realize you’re covered in blankets with a pillow under your head. You must have had a weird dream, you really need to lay off of the melatonin before bed. You sit up and open your eyes. This is not your room, in fact this isn’t anywhere you’ve seen before. You’re in a small room with wooden walls, in a bed with furs and blankets draped over you. There’s a small hearth with a fire going, and it smells musky. How did you get here? Last thing you remember you were freezing to death. You get out of bed slowly, careful to not rouse whatever brought you here. As you slide your legs over the bed you realize you’re only in your underwear. You wrap a large blanket over your shoulders and tip toe towards the ajar door. You try to step lightly, but one floor panel lets out a squeak as you put your weight on it. You cringe but continue to creep towards the door. You peek your head around the door little by little, not knowing what to expect on the other side. Your eyes are met with a living room, furs on the floor and animal skulls hung on the wall. And a hulking figure sitting in front of a hearth. It looks like a man, except his skin is a greenish-tan color and he has small tusks jutting out from his jaw. His black hair is pulled back and his ears are long and pointed, piercings all along the edge. You’re studying his broad, thick, tattooed arms when his head suddenly turns towards you. You let you a frightened squeak and duck back behind the door.

“You can come out”, you hear.

You stay still.

“I won’t hurt you.”

You step with caution, gradually moving past the door, ready to jump back if he strikes you. Not that it would save you.

When you enter the living room again he is standing, towering above you. You only come up to his rib cage area. Your eyes are drawn to his chest where his shirt dips and hair sprinkles out. Your eyes move down his bulky arms to his rough, imposing hands.

You’re equal pasts terrified and turned on.

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I drew him. Our little guy. He’s going to drag you around on the chain 🩷

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I don’t WANT to use dating apps I WANT a monster to decide I’m the perfect mate and court me appropriately!!! And then fuck me stupid sloppy!!

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Nan taking a leisurely swim through some cold, dark water. In this version of him, I have drawn him as a mermaid, a little late for mermay but the spirit is there.

[Image I.D: A digital illustration of a merman with grey-black skin and long flowing black hair. He has a muscular physique and spiky black scales, with 8 fins along his body that have glowing bioluminescent red-orange dots. He has a calm expression, a bearded chin, and four fins protruding from his head. His hair is a mix of tendrils and ribbons, and he is swimming through the water in a relaxed way with one arm outreached with a tendril in his palm, and the other hand curled up gripping a ribbon of hair. His mermaid body has rugged scales, and spikes protruding from either flank. End I.D]

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He's softer than he looks.

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Demon bf who likes that you’re a little crazy. He thinks your possessiveness and being jealous is hot. He gets hard when you tell him to stop talking to that demon girl who flirts with him, and likes it even more when you tie him up with enchanted rope he can’t break out of and tell him how he’s all yours, only yours. And when you say you want to rip the eyeballs out of anyone who checks him out he might as well just take you right then and there. He loves how needy you are, how you pout and cross your arms when he doesn’t give you enough attention, how he has to apologize with face peppering kisses to get you to finally smile, how you want him to sleep on the phone with you. It all makes him feel so loved. Human males just don’t get it. He’s used to other demons being so non chelant about sex and romance is basically non existent, so your passion and intensity drives him wild. He loves to love, but he’s still a demon after all, so a little crazy is exactly what he needs.

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Tentacle monster living in your house that gets needy when you haven’t paid attention to it for a few hours. It will remind you that a break is needed when you’re deep in your studying by rubbing your leg it’s already latched onto and moving another tentacle up your other leg. If that doesn’t get your attention, it will send more tentacles to caress your shoulders and move up your neck to lightly use its suction cups on your jaw. Whatever you do don’t swat it away, it will just wring itself tightly on your wrists and pull you to the bed with so much force that you have to run to keep up. It might start to trip you if you’re scampering around cleaning, hoping to make you fall so it can catch you, wrap its tentacles all over you, restrain you, and take you right there on the floor. And if you’re ignoring it because you’re on your phone it will just snatch it from your hands and fling it across the room, tentacle monster needs love right now!

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anyone else want monster sweat and stink? big saggy monster balls? monster dick down your throat? monster pubes? monster foreskin? fat loads of monster cum on your face??? thick monster cakes double cheeked up on a tuesday afternoon?????

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I have a new obsession and his name is Malik.