Your monster roommate keeps to himself. He's not very talkative, and thus you don't know much about him. Everything you have comes from mere deduction; for example, you suspect he might be into journaling, as he always carries a small notebook and frequently scribbles in it.
Monster roommate is, unbeknownst to you, a rather famous comic artist, particularly popular among fellow creatures and critters. His best-selling series so far involves a human protagonist who resides in the monster realm and has one too many flirty encounters with the local beasts.
Monster roommate has, of course, used you as his main and only inspiration. His protagonist is pretty much you. No change whatsoever. He originally intended it as a joke, taking notes about your behavior, your habits, your appearance, and inserting them into his character. He was going to confess his mischief and show you the result, and you'd both laugh about it.
Except, well, it really took off. He expected you to be likeable to the readers, of course, but not to this extent. Within days he'd woken up to hundreds of questions, requests, gifts, fan work. Other monsters had started their own spinoffs involving you. He stared in terror at the newly created tag for erotic content of the human protagonist.
Today, his worst nightmare has become reality: someone snapped a photo of you and posted it on social media. Looks just like the comic protagonist, they marveled in their caption. Everyone agreed. Everyone wanted to know where this was taken.
You find your roommate panting outside your door, pale and feverish. Something happened, he blurts out, we must move out.
He can't let anyone else learn about you. You're supposed to be his human!
Incubus roommate who desperately wants to make a contract with you.
He's tried everything to get you to cave into making one so he could just have his way with you. Desperate to feed on every single bit of pleasure you could offer him. He's tried using magic, Comforting you at "weak" moments....The man even resorted to aphrodisiacs. But you just wouldn't budge.
One morning, the two of you were up having breakfast like usual. Going over your day when he smacks his hand on the kitchen table.
"Surely y/n there's something you really need.."
"I have everything I need." You answered around the piece of toast you were stuffing into your mouth.
He pined you with his inhumane eyes. Surely there was a lie in there somewhere...right? You had to of needed something from him.
"You are the most frustrating person I know."
"Ha it's nice isn't it?"
He rolled his eyes as his tail swished behind him. "Just like your sarcasm." He pouted looking adorable with his puffy cheeks. They stood out more since today his dark hair was pulled back. Showing off his pointed ears and the piercings he had lining them. "Is it me? Are you just not attracted to me?"
"Thats not it at all. I just don't see the point in having a soul bounding contract just to sleep with someone." You egged on. Knowing the importance of a contract as he has drilled into your head plenty of times.
Just as expected...He took the bait. Looking appalled as he went on a tangent. "I'll have you know that it is more than just sleeping with someone. It is an equal power exchange that feeds the very essence of my being. I don't NEED it to have sex and you know that...because we've.."
He slowed down and glared cus he realized you baited him.
"You sneaky little brat." He growled as his tail pulled you slightly forward in your seat and then slipped up the leg of your shorts. "You know first hand that I don't need a contract to make you come."
The tip of his tail slipped between the fabric of your underwear and teased your sex.
"I want to taste what you refuse me. Feast on that sweet aura of yours." His tail slipped lower until it was pressed against your entrance. Yet he didn't push in. Just sat there waiting... "I assure you it feels just as good to be fed on as it does to feed. Are you not curious to know?"
Of course you were curious. You've seen the people he's has come and go. All of them wore the same dumb after sex drunk look as they left. But what you also knew was that some of those contracts didn't have end dates. Even though your roommate was one of the "nicer" Demons. He was still one all the same and could change at any time. They all did at some point.
Watching you think it over, He grew impatient and pressed his tail forward. Letting its tip pop in past your wall and slip deeper till it found just the right set of nerves to draw a whimper out of you. Pressing firmly as it brushed deeper in.
"Stubborn." He spoke softly as he watched your face and leaned onto the table, resting his face on his propped up hand. Had someone on the outside been looking in you would have thought the two of you were just talking.
His tail slipped all the way out making another popping nose before the same as he pressed it back in. Your body tightened around them as it pressed thru your soft warm walls. Now soaked with arousal and making soft wet sounds as he thrusted it faster....harder against those nerves.
You moaned out a plea as you leaned on to the table. Legs shaking as you tried not to fall out of your seat. Which was hard to do at such an awkward angle. Not much of you was left in the chair.
After a while, your gut started to tighten as your release grew closer and closer. Just as you were about to fall over, he backed off and pulled out. *pop*
"wait no no!" You cried out rocking your hips again nothing. Trying to chase the release you were robbed of.
"You know what I want.." His teasing voice came as his damp tail caressed your leg and lightly bump againt your sex. Say yes and everything you desire could be yours."
Tempting...but you were stubborn as he said after all.
"no." You bit out as you got up to go to waddle to your room, frustrated and now pissed. "I'll do it myself then."
"Nope. I'm not done with you." He hissed as he grabbed you again with his tail pulling you down below him. He pressed it back into you and this time brushing faster only to stop right before again...and again...He wanted his contact and damnit he was gonna make you beg for it too.
(Something short just to throw out there. I'll have more stories next week when I'm off again.)
The ghost in your house who takes care of your sexual needs.
He sees you when you’re at your most desperate. Scrolling looking for a video or something to read to relieve the ache. Once you reach for your toys he springs into action.
Already unclothed, he touches your bare pussy. Rubbing circles on your clit. You can’t see him, so you’re just anticipating what’s going to happen.
You continue to scroll and periodically glancing to your mirror to see yourself. He continues to touch you. Seeing what you’re looking at he does his best to replicate it. Spreading your pussy open with his fingers to eat you out.
Squeezing and sucking on your breasts, leaving marks that you can’t explain to anyone else. Fingering you and curling his fingers to hit all the good spots.
Seeing yourself spread and gaping from the invisible man just turns you on more. Letting this mysterious ghost pleasure you.
The wind rattled the frame of the window, it was just another terribly cold night. The snow falling in sheets as you let your jacket slough off like a wet tissue.
You needed to find new socks to replace your soaked ones or you would get truly sick.
On your hunt through your sock drawer for an appropriately fuzzy pair of reading socks you happened to glance outside. A shadow catching the corner of your eye from the window, though it was gone too fast for you to truly care.
After all, no one would be out on a night like this.
You continued your evening, deciding to make a casserole and just let yourself warm your apartment by using your stove, the smell of cheesey funeral potatoes and chicken bacon ranch casserole wafting in the air made your mouth water as a particularly strong gust of wind rattled the window and made you look up.
There was a handprint on your window.
His would not have scared you nearly so much if it wernt for the chilling fact that you lived on the third floor.
Your breathing picked up as the lights flickered.
You looked outside and under a streetlamp stood a figure.
So strange and uncanny. Human but distinctly not human.
They were looking directly at you.
Never let it be said that you were a coward, or that you would let this go lying down, someone was trying to mess with you and you were not having it! You picked up the old aluminium bat you had shoved under your bed. Got your pepper spray, geared up and marched outside.
You felt less brave the closer you got to the figure...you thought that maybe the distance is what had made it look so uncanny, yet here, close up it looked more wrong, like a human stretched thin but in all the joints, fingers distorted and long, arms folded behind a hunched back, legs too long to look right.
It turned its head to you with a sharp crack and you shuddered. It was human. But not. You didnt know what it was but you were about to raise your bat when...
It shivered.
And that made you look at the thin hoodie and Jean's it was wearing, that made you lower the bat, because if one thing was going to win out over your survival instincts....
It would be kindness.
"Hey...um...I got a casserole in the oven. Want some?"
Its head tilted at you disjointedly and it took a few minutes before it grinned at you with far too many teeth to be human.
"Would love some."
That is how you met your roommate, and you hate that they still beat you in cards every game night.
But when it gets to be particularly cold. The two of you meet in the living room, make a pillow fort and silently stare out the window at the street light.
