This is a sideblog of mine where I post spicy writings that aren't welcomed on my main blog. I only write for afab + gn readers on this account.
As of right now, I'm not taking requests and likely won't be ever. However, you can definitely share your brain worms and gush about your favorite ideas!
Lastly...
minors, please do not interact.
I'm 21 years old and writing things not meant for a younger audience.
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description: a shadow lurks in your new home. . .and it cares not for that circle of salt. (tldr; it wants you, bad.)
notes/warnings: afab reader(no pronouns), hair mentioned(nothing specific), shadow creature is referred to with it/it's, marking (scratching and biting), p in v (indescript p, but p nonetheless), non con/dub con (reader is scared at first because...creature they cannot see, but also wants it), temperature play ( ? not intentional, but warning anyways- the shadow is cold and reader is not), reader described as small (because the shadow is very big)
minors, please do not interact.
Hands find your flesh. Claws lightly tracing lines, curving along your ankle's shape. The night was still young yet the salt had already been rubbed away. Circle disrupted and protection abstained.
Every thud of your heart felt strange, the sudden spike somehow otherworldly despite how it's in your own chest. A fear so gripping you felt outside of yourself. It hurt, but it also did not. Your lungs ache for air they already have, limbs trembling like miles were ran.
There's a gentle glide, elongated digits swiping up from your calf. The cold of it's touch brings fire forth, flaring beneath skin that blooms red. As delicate as it was, it left you marred. Burning scratches from along your leg to your knee, touch receding as if to leave.
Then a tug.
Your legs leave the circle, a sharp hiss of air drawing in through your clenched teeth. It's involuntary. Tears pricking and heart lurching. Bracing your hands behind you, you attempt to kick it...but you're only pulled further.
Clothes ride up and bunch beneath you, cold wood and salt scraping across your back. Panic sparks within you, fear flourishing as darkness comes to cradles you. It lifts you with a certain weight, drawing you up against it until you hang within it's grasp. Shadow presses along your body, conforming to your smaller shape and smothering all attempts to flee.
Long has it waited for someone like you, so willing to save a cottage on the outskirts of town. A place with no one to bother you and a place where no one can hear you. Fear may grip you now, but love will fill you later. It doesn't blame you for your squirming as it seeps beneath that flimsy fabric; doesn't hold a grudge at the way your warmth recoils with it's intrusion. Darkness cradles you tighter at every arch and writhe. Shadow fills every hollow, human vie. Your fight for control pleases it as it's being sears into your own. Marks burn along your bare flesh, scratches being joined by jagged teeth you could not see.
The stretch is frigid. A coldness akin to ice sliding along that heated flesh and filling it's chasm. Your legs kick and your body thrashes, instinct trying to curl away from the abrupt temperature. But it merely pushes onward. A delicious in and out that moved you within it's shadow. It relishes in the slick; in the way you flutter and squeeze. Caresses drift along your body, a large hand cradling your head—fingers delving within and claws gently scraping your scalp. Ticklishly sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine.
Fear melded with warmth, heat softening your tense muscles. Darkness embraces the deep curve of your spine as pressure dives deep, shadowy fingers brushing over your flushed cheeks and lightly pulling at your clit. It craved your hitched moans and wavering breaths, seeking the warmth that fogs between it and you with every tender thrust. The cold that fills you had become warmer, stealing your heat until it felt right as flesh inside you.
Wisps of breath grace your ears, whispers of whines and pleading moans too ethereal to be heard in full as it takes you. Shadow swims within you as it drips inside, filling you out whilst curling up. It brings out a higher pitch from your throat; a sweet squelch of slick from widened folds. The darkness holds you close when it all piles high, tension curling around you just as it builds within.
It fills you with a shudder, pressure punching up suddenly and gently. You cannot tell if it ruts or if it's you humping it's shadow. The cold ropes of it's cum burns inside you, searing before settling with heavy warmth. It sputters just as you do, slick dripping thickly from where it stretches your cunt.
Every throb and quiver has it embracing you ever more snuggly, darkness curling sweetly over your small form. It refuses to part from you, a wispy draft brushing over your face. Shadows tremble over your skin, a faint thrust dragging through your cunt once and then twice before settling. Your world nearly spins as the darkness rises, body struggling to register it's movement.
Something solid meets your back, plushness and cool sheets taking up the space air once had. The shadow stays, covering you and hiding the visual comfort of your room as it presses you flat. Pressure slides beneath the curve of your spine, cradling in an embrace. Your heart, which had raced so fervently, now eased in your chest. Lungs no longer aching for the air that already fills them.
Description: your first time with him is surprisingly overwhelming, though in such a quiet way.
Warnings/Notes: afab reader, fingering, p in v, first time being intimate together, second person pov
minors, please do not interact.
You can't breathe.
Not because it's rough, but because it's so gentle. His care seeps into every brush, each tiny push in, like it's the most natural thing. Somehow it feels as though you're being smothered. He doesn't just prepare you, he loves you.
A press of his cheek to your temple, a faint nuzzle of his nose against your hair. Even though he said he might not have the gentleness to do it properly, he's doing plenty right.
One finger becomes two, the rough palm of his hand lightly dragging along your clit when he adjusts just right so his fingers don't cramp. He notices your uncomfortable shifting, turning his head a little and pressing two small kisses to your cheekbone. Soft and lingering—warmth seeping beneath skin and right into flesh.
Ever so slightly, he crooks his fingers deeper before pulling them out halfway. Spreading them as he slides them back in. Once. Twice. Then a firmer push in, the callous on his palm's heel dragging a bit firmer against your aching bud. He relishes in how your breathing changes, shallower and shorter yet still trying to remain steady like you're clinging onto your right of mind instinctively.
"..that good?" His stomach is twisting, voice hushed enough to bring out the gravel in it a bit more.
Another tender yet firm plunge in, rough skin dragging along velvety flesh and soft nerves. He sets a pace, beginning slow and easing you into something faster. The in and out gentle, then turning firmer. Thumb replacing palm to circle and flick, going from soft and light to harsher then back to soft.
He doesn't mind when you shut your eyes and turn your face away—doesn't mind because he can still see every minute twitch of muscle and jolt of pleasure that shifts your body. He can feel the way your walls wrap tightly around his digits, how they briefly flutter with each pass over your clit. The way your shoulders push back against the mattress and pulls your spine away from it's pillowy surface.
Every breath that leaves your tight throat, strained and softly needy in pleasurable discomfort, makes his breath heavier. His body burning hotter than the engine to his bike as feels how your slick moves with each push, his breath holding for a moment to hear that subtle squelch.
"God-..." It's nearly a groan, airy and muttered beneath his breath. As if he was overwhelmed from touching you.
Heat pools heavy in your belly—both from his touch and his voice, dripping down from his fingers past his knuckles. His left hand finds your inner thigh as you instinctively close them, gliding up the soft flesh, feeling the subtle tremble, to the side of your knee and then beneath it. The way he pushes the limb up, holding it just a smidge more outward, has you breathing in suddenly—clenching around fingers that sweetly crook into a gummier spot inside.
With gentleness, he slowly rubs light circles over it. Sensitive eyes watching how your legs seem to quiver noticeably with the sensation, pressing a bit deeper against it to make your leg jerk in his grasp. He isn't mean about it, however, merely seeking to know what it was he found before proceeding. Heat creeps up your neck and spreads along your face, a pang that gives way to your own heartbeat.
He pulls his fingers from you, moving them to your clit and giving it a pinch as he lets go of your thigh. Rubbing in a circular motion to ease the brief pain whilst undoing the button of his jeans with his left hand and sliding the zipper down, trying to not rush it despite his nerves burning to feel you.
"I'm-...I'm gonna go in." He says it like a warning, voice softening when he breathes out, "..if it's too much or too fast, or even too little, just...let me know, alright?" Though he doesn't start immediately, it's still belly aching.
Gliding himself along your slit, pushing the tip through wet folds and up to your clit—repeating a few times and moving his right hand beside you. Bed dipping beneath his weight as he slips his other hand behind your knee again. The tip pushes just enough to stretch your entrance around it, his hips shifting forward only a little before pulling back.
Lips press to the side of your face, cheek to jaw and then to the corner of your own lips. It only takes a small turn of your head to kiss him, a kiss that he parts his lips for—sliding in place against yours. He deepens the kiss when his hips jerk forward, taking advantage of your mouth opening to bring himself closer. This time, he doesn't ease out fully. Shallowly pulling out until the tip and then delving within once again, getting your cunt used to the stretch and the shape of him.
Again and again, gently thrusting deeper then easing out. All until his hips finally meet yours. His right hand lifts from beside you, knees shuffling forward to balance his weight. Body leaning over you as he angles his head, lips parting from yours with a breath before locking together once more. Fingers lightly pinch and then pull at your clit, hips drawing back to roll forwards.
"Mmf-" The tightness and warmth that envelops him has him shaking slightly, breath wavering as he drags right along sensitive nerves. Your walls fluttering and clenching around him when he pairs his thrusts with firm and light touches to your swollen bud. "Fuck.." He shoves himself in just a little harder, pulling from your lips as his body hunches forward. The motion is done again, a bit quicker in pace—set apart by how his hips sometimes falter before correcting.
Pushing your knee closer to your chest, he slides your calf over his forearm. He joins you in your tensing and melting, sitting up as his left hand moves to your upper thigh. Grasp tightening and slightly pulling you closer when he drives himself right into the gumminess he felt out with his fingers before.
The way your walls begin to spasm has him clenching his teeth, brows furrowing and eyes shutting at the hitched sound that jumps from your throat. Choked back and strained yet pitched. "How-" His ears burn, not understanding how you could be so goddamn perfect.
When you writhe beneath him, he moves his hands to yours. Pushing your curled fingers open and lacing his with yours, palms pressing down atop your own. He moves his hips, angling just so in order to stimulate those sensitive nerves.
It's so hard to remember to pull out, even more so as you come undone. The sight of you, the sound of you, and the feel of you. He moans, pulling himself out just enough to not paint your walls with his cum—landing between your folds yet not inside. Even as he shivers, he brings his lips to yours. "..god..." Brushing lightly before pressing ever so softly to your awaiting flesh. "...you're heaven, y'know that?"
