summary: You're plagued by heinous nightmares of a mysterious monster, but you can't help but feel drawn to he who plagues you.
word count & w a r n i n g s: 1.5K | female reader, monster fucking, vampires, vampire sex, bloodplay, biting, drinking blood / blood loss, mentions of death, making out, smut, unprotected sex, mentions of accents, shadow play (fingering)????.
a/n: MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR NOSFERATU 2024! this is just.... listen, I'm not even going to try to justisfy myself. rack up yet another hear me out moment for me. you either understand or you don't. shorter than I wanted it to be, but I needed to get this out and sate my hunger. banner by @/strangergraphics!
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You awake with a strangled gasp, your hands flying to your throat as your breath gradually returns. The nightmares had roused you, as they had every night, but this time, something lingered. Your room was frigid; the gauzy curtains fluttered in front of the open window like misplaced ghosts, allowing the chill of the night to penetrate your quarters. Everything looks terrifying at night; familiar shapes are transformed into horrible spectres, and your very room feels unknown. Unsafe.
He is here. For the first time in several nights, you weren’t dreaming – he has come for you.
“I know that you are here with me,” you bravely whisper into the emptiness of your own bedroom. The wind whistled, a familiar sound, but something growled – growled in a language you didn’t speak, but understood. The voice was low, gravelly, and heavily accented.
Hurriedly, you kick the sheets from your legs. The moonlight pales your skin, washing you in its blanch, bluish tone. Gripping your gown with both hands, you gather it up your thighs, exposing them to the cold. The chill of the wind hits your center, and you hiss through your teeth. Your head drops to your chest, and so does your gaze, watching patiently. At the edge of your bed, a large, slender shadow manifests. Him.
You dare not look up. The feeling of his presence petrifies you, but also arouses you – letting a slick warmth pool deeply between your legs.
The shadows continue to creep further up your bed, until they reach your feet, which twitch in response. Up, up, up… along your shins. Your skin prickles, and you shiver, doing your best to remain calm. Though he doesn’t touch you, you feel him. You feel every pass of his large hand as it makes its way up your body. His shadow glides over your hip, to your stomach and finally between your plump breasts, coming to a stop over your beating heart. It thumps away like a rabbit’s heart underneath the blackness of his form, and you hear a ragged, strained groan.
Then, with no warning, it moves down, leaving a cold, lifeless chill in its path like a gust of winter wind. You pant, desperately clinging to what breath you have. All at once, the shadow envelopes the soft, warm mound between your legs and your hands fall to the bed, bracing yourself. You have felt his ghostly touches for countless nights, tasting your body as a lover would, but each time your body climbed the peak, the sensations disappeared. He comes to you in dreams, always leaving you unsatisfied. Your chest heaves in the night, cold droplets of sweat peppering your decollete and breasts. Your hands claw the sheets while you dream, but never reach euphoria.
Tonight, there are new sensations. The phantom wisp of his middle finger runs along the length of your slit. Grazing it. Somehow, you feel his finger part your wet folds, toying with your most sensitive areas. The nonexistent pads of his fingers sweep back and forth over your swelling clit, bringing a spasmodic twitch from each of your muscles. Wanting. Craving. While the sensation lacks the familiar warmth of a living man, it is bountiful with pleasurable feelings – your body responds embarrassingly; your shoulders shudder violently.
He inhales, a deeply hollow sound. “You desire this… thine own body craves it….”
The accent seems to fill his entire mouth, rumbling in his throat as he speaks slowly, drawing out each word like an incantation. You let out a plaintive moan, throwing your head back against the pillows, the down feathers crackling underneath you. As though he’s still pleasuring you, your hips writhe back and forth, practically convulsing with need. The shadow of his hand is gone from your body, replaced by the looming darkness of his physical form. After a moment of trepidation, you finally lift your head, and stare into the dark, terrifying eyes that watch you.
You swallow hard. “I do.”
A moment passes before you continue. “Take me as you will, for I am yours.” You consent again, desperate to convey your own insatiable hunger, your unimaginable need.
Another intake of breath from him – it almost sounds labored, painful. His footsteps are dreadful as he moves around to the side of your bed. He’s tall, his form stretching towards the ceilings and towering over you, consuming your atmosphere as he had in your nightmares. His silhouette is large; enhanced by the countless furs he has on.
Weightlessly, his lithe, ghastly fingers reach for you and make contact with your form. They are cold, and the icy feeling of them penetrate the thin fabric of your nightgown. He moves gradually, but hungrily, feeling the curves of your body beneath the cotton. As he moves southward, his fingers skim over the peak of your breast, a nail catching on the swollen nipple. It hurts, but your chest jerks forward still, craving more of his touch.
Pulling a breathy moan from deep within your throat, his long, sharp nails rake across the tender flesh of your thigh. It’s bathed in the silvery moonlight, which casts horrible, elongated shadows of his fingers down towards your center. He scrapes downward, his middle finger digging into the flesh enough to leave a reddened streak behind, but not so much to break the skin.
“P-please…” you mewl, looking up into his horrifying visage. The sight of him fills you with dread and disgust, but like a single drop of blood in water, it’s tainted with something else, something else that has been lingering in your system for days.
He’s above you now, though you don’t remember seeing him move atop of you. Still, he’s there. The bed creaks as you push yourself into the mattress, whimpering underneath him. He lowers himself down onto you, the brush of his mustache tickles your face as he lingers above you. A second passes and his waiting mouth envelops yours. He tastes damp and cold, faintly of ash and earth. His tongue slips out and it too is cold, slipping wetly along your own and along your bottom lip. His kiss is dreadful, but possessive, and he inhales each time you exhale, as though he’s trying to suck the very warmth out of you. No man has kissed you the way Count Orlok kisses you, and the chill of the room disappears, snuffed out by the fire that rages in your lower abdomen.
Your tongues collide with each other; you tasting his lifelessness, and him tasting your utterly intoxicating, vibrant liveliness. For a moment, the two of you stay intertwined at the mouth until he separates himself, smearing his mouth over the warmth of your neck. He hovers, pausing over your pulse. It thrums under his lips, and his hips urge into yours, indicating his hunger.
There is a shuffle, a rustling of clothing. You try to lift your head up to gaze between your bodies, but his hand holds you fast, pressing you against the pillow. The size of his hand is staggering; his palm underneath your chin, while the fingertips extend past your hairline, into the strands. You shudder again and whisper his name. He inhales as though he plans to speak, but doesn’t.
The front of your nightgown falls apart, revealing your chest to him. With one hand covetously clutching your breast, his mouth opens between your breasts, the slithery coolness of his tongue gliding down along the length of your sternum. As the teeth puncture your flesh, your hands make fists on either side of your body, pulling the sheets into the confines of your palms. He enters you, in more ways than one, and you feel the steady tug of his mouth as he sucks the blood from your veins. Warmth pools in the cave of your stomach.
The fingers of his other hand crawl up your shoulder, and like a quill in ink, he dips the pads of his fingers into the hollow of your chest, coating them in your crimson essence. He smears the blood along your decollete, along the hem of your nightgown, tugging it harshly over your shoulder. The blood coats you in a flash of warmth, and then chill as it meets the cold air.
His hips rut against yours as he drinks, the pulse of your blood matching the thrust of his hips. An ache starts in your neck, a slow pulling sensation that has your eyelids fluttering. He moves within you, his length penetrating as deeply as his sharpened teeth have. Your release is found amongst blood and groans and that same language which you understand, but do not speak. His tongue scrubs at your soft skin, lapping up the blood as it comes… as you do.
The darkness is ever-looming, and as your aching cunt ebbs its throbbing, it settles down upon you. You let yourself fall backwards into the abyss, freely. It takes you, wrapping its arms around your tiny frame which is dwarfed by his stature. His mouth breaks free of your bloodied skin with a slick pop.
Into the softness of your skin, you hear him growl, ‘Mine.’ The feeling vibrates against your neck, and your lids flutter shut.
TW:Dead dove;Don’t eat;Killers like you:3;C00LKIDD PLATONIC ALWAYS PLATONIC!!!!;ANGST;YANDERE ELEMENTS;
Slasher(Platonic sorry)
First time Slasher was chasing you like he did with others,you’re just survivor like others.But then he started feeling something off.Slasher saw how everyone were protecting each other but not you…also you were helping others but they weren’t very grateful for that.He spent time with you and he noticed that you acting like his mom…You at first didn’t trust him cuz he’s a killer but after time you were kinda…taking care about him?(like you never hurt him with your sword)
“Ma…ma…?”
C00lkidd(PLATONIC DON’T BE WEIRD.)
Again.You’re adopted killer-kid without your consent.You can’t even raise your hand at him,he’s child,yeah creepy one but still…Maybe because of the fact that you raised Maria you quickly find way how to behave with him and not be killed.C00lkidd thinks that you’re very cool!And fast!He can’t catch you when you both playing tag:(But he still likes you!You never hurt him or run away like others…
“WOW!You’re SOOOOO FAST!!!!I like you!!!!But…why my dad doesn’t?”
Mafioso
Main Lover(yeah).You’re not in his debt list so he didn’t pay attention at you at first.But then Don noticed that NOBODY protects you!Maybe only Jane sometimes…Don wondered what have you done to deserve that.So in one round he decided to leave you for LMS.He found himself enjoying your company and that quite surprised him.Mafioso likes making gifts for you even when you ask him not to do that,he thinks that you’re embarrassment at those moments is cute.Mafioso hates when you help others,even Endri!(He understood that you hate only her).
“The fact that your team treats you like that makes me wanna skin them.”
John Doe
Corruption took John.He’s just a killing machine now…or not?John still have memories he remembers how you treated him and Jane,when she was closer to Dusekkar he was closer to you.He was grateful when you were helping him with work when code didn’t corrupted him so much.Current John doesn’t recognise others but something in him tells that he shouldn’t hurt you and you feel guilty because you didn’t help him,now you can just hurt him less and help Jane from the shadows.
“…Grrrrrr…rrrrrrrr?(Why I feel…something familiar to both people?)”
Noli
He’s literally a god,of course he knows your lore but he won’t tell others.He liked making hallucinations of Maria to you excepting that you’re going to crash-out but you didn’t.Noli was kinda surprised when you just sat next to hallucination until it disappeared.Noli likes to annoy you,come from the shadows and give kind of ‘hugs’ and moments when you’re trying to fight with him.You really think that you can stand him?Aw~.Noli doesn’t like to kill you he prefers to leave small damage so that you don’t leave but when he kills..he grabs your body with him for the whole the round.You just want him to leave you but at same time you’re thankful for him that he rarely kills you.
“S-S-S0 4D0-0-0R4BL-L-L-3~”
Azure
You were just a survivor for his until he noticed your and Endri’s relationship.He saw something in you that he also have.Pain from betrayal.REAL Azure doesn’t feel betrayed but because of his hat that felt rage and resentment made him like that.So Azure was interested in you.He doesn’t understand why you help and protect others when they look at you with hate.Also Azure noticed flowers in your hair they reminds him about the past when he also was interested in plants.You don’t know what Two Time did with him but you also notice Azure’s special hate to Two Time that you had to Endri.
“…She brought you a pain,right…?”
1x1x1x1
You knew about him like other admins did.1x remembers that you always took care about him like he was a child even when Shed told you that he isn’t.1x always liked you and he wanted you to see him more than just a child.Now,he’s full of hatred but his feelings didn’t disappear,on the contrary they turned into something more…insane.He wants you in the killer cabin.1x1x1x1 can damage you when you try to help others,he sees how they treat you and he fucking hate that!How dare they?!He always kills Endri after Shedletsky to bring her body for you after.(being romantic).He sees how you hate her and this hate is ALMOST same as his.You’re feel sorry for him but at the same time you’re a bit afraid that your Maria could become the same.
“I HATE the way they treat you…I missed you.”
Guest 666(Sixer)
You and Sixer kinda…same.You both see yourselfs as a monsters,he sees himself in you and the fact that everyone avoids you make him feel rage at others.Sixer still was killing you but then he decided to leave you and he felt an odd feeling of comfort with you.He likes lay near you when you slightly pat him,he can’t say but he wants those moments to last forever.You see him as a person that also was misunderstood.
“…Mrrrrrrrr~”
Itrapped
He finds you…unique person.At first he thought that you’re just stupid,like who on earth will help people that don’t do the same?But he must admit that you’re strong woman.In one round he accidentally heard that you killed Endri and he was quite shocked when he saw that you’re helping her.Huh?Didn’t you told that you don’t regret that?Itrapped started watching you from distance and he found you a complex person,your situation with Endri reminds him about his and Chance,he wonders about your killing motives.
“Hm…You’re interesting survivor…”
Nosferatu
One more killer that finds himself in you.Nosferatu remembers how clan abandoned him like admins did same to you.Maybe this is why he didn’t want to hurt you?Seeing you trying to survive alone,made him remember the past.He’s the villain but not a monster so he decided to talk to you.He knows what you have done and for what like Noli he also won’t tell anyone about it he feels sympathy to you,he also makes gift to you to show his feelings to you.He doesn’t like when you protect others,he can accidentally hurt you!
“It’s you,Miss [Name].Nice to meet you again hope I didn’t hurt you accidentally.”
Doombringer
Rage.This is what Doombringer feels when he sees something unfair.He couldn’t believe that Builderman didn’t even try to find out more information!Doombringer knew you well you both had same heightened sense of justice,you understood him and he understood you.He’s disappointed but not in you in them.He’ll never hurt you.He just want you to say truth.You shouldn’t be afraid of him,cuz he’s only who wants to understand you.
“Come here [Name],we’ll both seek the truth.”
The Spectre
You hate them.You should.But you can’t…without their help you’d never create Maria.You remember time when you were in a void when you again saw them.They said that they can make you see Maria again if you’ll play his games.You agreed.You just wanted to see your precious daughter again.Whoever she is.But now…you’re suffering more than you did in the past.They sometimes come to you and you won’t drive him away,you know you need someone to talk with.You’re in their claws now and they won’t let you.
How long she was here?Weeks?Months?Centuries?She lost count.Everything around her feels so cold.Crystallisation corrupted her…but not all.She still remembers your voice but not your face,she remembers how you hugged her,your hugs are so warm she’ll give everything to feel them again…she remembers how that woman killed her,she remembers how she burned,she remembers that pain.She looked up at the ‘timer’ above her head,just a little bit more and she’ll do what she wants.
She wants revenge.But most of all to see you again.
Have any headcanons with nosferatu with a survivor reader?... 👀
Idk all that much abt nosferautu but ill try!! ^^ Thanks for the ask!!
Love-bites
Mild tw for death and violence, kind of toxic icl
Nosferatu x survivor!reader headcanons suggestive asf i cant even lie
Every time before killing you, Nosferatu would dip you down as if you were dancing, holding you and looking into your eyes. It's almost romantic, romantic before he drives his claw through your stomach.
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He would do that "come here" thing with his fingers if he sees you running past him
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Smug bastard, very arrogant. He'd say corny shit while pinning you down on a wall, holding you there just a moment too long, maybe even biting you. Savoring every second he hears you whimpering.
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Nosferatu would just kind of stare at you from far away, with glowing eyes and and a cheeky smile on his face.
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Sometimes he'd sneak up behind you, digging his claws into your hips and or stomach and holding you tight, gently placing his teeth on your neck before biting down deep and hard, you dare not move. (FREAK ALERT!!!!)
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Nosferatu would pull you into his arms and try to dance with you, he loves how flustered you get.
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At one point, you somehow managed to creep up behind him and pounce on him, you immediately scrambled off and Nosferatu was absolutely gobsmacked, maybe even blushing...
Warnings: NSFW, PIV sex, blood-sucking, brief mention of death, and a deep eternal bond between Reader and Kylo (duh)
Word Count: 1.3k
Summary: You and a mysterious man - or creature - from beyond share a passionate, lustful evening together. (Heavily inspired by Nosferatu)
“Come to me.”
Thunder claps and booms outside. The rain falls, heavy as hooves against a paved road. Midnight approaches, a massive and dark blanket falling over the town. The window of your bedroom is open, your arms outstretched as if to say: I am here. I am open. I am ready.
Ready, you are, for whatever he may give you tonight. You ache for it, long for it like a man starved and thirsty. Many a time you have gotten drunk off of his touch, and you picture him now, above you with wide eyes like a beast in the night who has caught his prey. His hair, long and dark and wavy – like a black halo around his pale face. His eyes, brown and unshining as they stare into yours. His nose, his cheeks, his forehead – unflushed and white yet still so touchable, so easy to need.
He is not always nude when he comes to you, but whenever he seems to be, it is something that you savor. You remember the taste of him and bring two of your own fingers to your mouth. You rest them on your tongue. They are heavy when you press down, and your lips close around them. You hunger for him, for the way he makes you feel. What you wouldn’t give, now, to feel those large, cold hands on your breasts, on your cheeks, around your throat . . .
The lawn in the back of the home is well-manicured, trimmed to perfection, but the wind blows leaves and flowers to and fro across it. There is a fountain in the center of the green grass. Rose bushes surround it on both sides, and as you open your eyes and stare out into the wet night, you feel it – you feel him.
His presence washes over you suddenly, so suddenly that you gasp for breath and pull your fingers from your mouth. Sweet air rushes into your lungs, and a chill runs down your back. However cold it may be, though, it does not diminish the heat between your thighs. The knowledge that he is here, that he sees you . . . It is enough to make your core flood.
Tree branches scrape against the side of the house angrily, but you pay them no mind. He is here. Here.
Your Kylo Ren.
The ground is wet and cold beneath you. How you got here, you aren’t sure. Your nightgown sticks to you as rain pours from the Heavens. He is coming. You press your hands against the grass as rain water soaks into your clothing from the ground. Your hand moves down your body; over your throat, over your breasts, down your stomach–
He is on you. You gasp, eyes wide with terror and arousal. Kylo Ren’s bare, cold body straddles yours, and when you try to move your hand, you realize that he has you in his grasp.
“You are not for the living,” comes his deep voice. Your breath hitches as Kylo presses his hands against your thighs. He slides his hands up, up, up, and with his movement, your nightgown slides up as well. “You are not for humankind.”
Your bottom lip trembles.
What an endeavor this is. What sin, what joy. What luck it is that you have this at all. You hardly feel the rain against your face, now. It seems to no longer touch you now that Kylo has thrust himself upon you. You bring your hands up to touch his cheeks. He lets you.
“Kylo,” you breathe, voice barely audible above the thunder and lightning in the sky. If someone in the house were to look out into the yard, they would hardly see you. The rainfall is too persistent and steadfast for much to be visible through it. You are alone with Kylo Ren, alone amongst the dirt and grass and flowers.
His tip presses against your core – when did you spread your legs? – and you gasp again, head falling back. His hand comes to rest on your jaw. He holds you there as he presses in. You groan in pleasure, nipples hard from the freezing rain and the pleasure of it all. This is filthy, you know it. You are hardly sure if it’s real or if it’s simply a fantasy you’ve made up for yourself to lessen the pain of being alone, but God, if this is what gets you sent down to the Devil, then perhaps you’ll die pleased. Why see Heaven if erotic pleasures such as this cannot take place?
This is worth it. This is worth everything.
“Kylo . . .” you moan as his body rocks above you. His hand slides from your jaw to your throat. He squeezes, and hazily, you groan again. Never have you ever felt so full, so complete. The Earth falls away from you. Are you floating, or just imagining it? Is Kylo real, or just a manifestation of all the dirty things you yearn for?
Oh, what silly questions. None of it matters. Not really. Not now, when his cock is deep inside of you. Dirt stains you – your nightgown, your skin, your hair – But no part of you cares. Perhaps this is what it is like to be buried, you think between thrusts. Heavy. Wet. Cold. Suffocating. Delicious.
Life, powerful and strange, seems to find a way. You hope that when you die, it will not be frightening. You reach up and cling to Kylo, taking handfuls of his dark curls as he grunts above you.
“Please,” you sob. “Please . . .”
“You shall be one with me ever-eternally,” Kylo tells you. Your heart swells. He needs you. You are his affliction. What good is a man without a woman? What needs are met? What joys are felt? What is the meaning of anything if Kylo Ren doesn’t have you? “Do you swear it?”
You pull at his hair. You need him. Whatever he will give tonight, you need it now. White hot pleasure fills you. You scream, but the thunder swallows it. He fills you, and the feeling of it makes your body lurch. His hands grip your breasts as you push your chest up.
“Do you swear it?” Kylo demands again. You feel as if your eyes have opened. Was there a time before him? Does any other man exist? You offer up your chest even further, and he rips open the front of your nightgown.
“I swear it,” you sigh. Kylo presses his face against the center of your chest, mouth open, and deep down you must know what is coming, because you run your fingers through his hair and pull him closer.
“My dearest love . . . I swear it.”
Teeth sink into your skin, and you gasp sharply as tears fill your eyes. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Your head is light, your body is numb. You moan softly as he pulls away and looks down at you. His hand goes to your cheek and wipes away the tears and raindrops.
“You cannot love,” you breathe. A realization, a prayer. Kylo’s mouth presses against yours firmly. You can taste your blood, metallic and warm against the coldness of him. Perhaps this is not a dream . . .
“I cannot,” he says. “Yet, I cannot be sated without you.”
You look into his eyes and hold his cheek. You believe him. A scar runs down the side of his face, and you wonder just how long it has been since this scar was fresh. Somehow, you cannot bring yourself to care about whatever the answer may be.
“I am yours, just as you are mine,” you say, nodding. Kylo kisses you once more. You close your eyes. The rain is falling against your face again, sharp and chilled. You feel as if you sink against the ground, falling further into the grass. You open your eyes and see nothing but the fountain, the rose bushes, the leaf-strewn lawn. You sit up, soaked from the storm, your heart pounding against your chest.
Your chest. You look down. Yes, your nightgown is still torn open. Yes, your skin has been punctured by teeth that must have been hungry and ready.
Oh, yes, it was real.
Tagging a few vampire-loving friends: @safarigirlsp @babbushka @mrs-gucci
My tummy hurts so....Warning : blood-play ⚠️period-play⚠️ read if you do like these tags tho , I'm just playing it safe😳
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|| Them eating you out as your blood and juice drip down from their chin. Eating you out so well, the sound of them slurping echoes through the room.
Shoving their tongue deep inside your needy cunt, hitting all the right spots,making you cum hard on their face. Only for them to pull away a thin string of saliva connected to his tongue and your pussy.
Them assuring you by rubbing your clit while eating you out. Even when your body is shaking from all the overstimulation.
Their hands grips firmly onto your hips.Continuing to make you cum over and over again till you feel better.||
||Forsaken: Shedletsky, Two Time, Nosferatu,Guest 666(Sixer),Mafioso.||
female masturbation; voyeurism; monsterfucking; some weird cheating stuff idk
no major spoilers for nosferatu (2024)
MDNI 18+
w/ NOSFERATU/COUNT ORLOK
it's silent, as it should be at this time of night.
not a single candle is lit, not a single foot falls onto the hardwood floors around your home. there is no chatter slipping through your open window. no owls hoot, no cicadas sing. it is completely silent, except for the sounds that slip from you without intention.
the sound made from the friction of your fingers slipping into your enlarged entrance, arousal coating both digits and creating an audible shlick! with each and every movement. the sound of your breaths and moans, as light and airy as the gentle breeze that blows your curtains away from the windowsill and in towards the rest of your bedroom.
for a moment in the beginning, you thought you should be quiet. you worried about being found like this, turned on your side with your nightgown bunched around your hips, your hand between your parted legs, your eyes blankly staring at the wall across from you as you pleasured yourself. but the only person who could find you at this hour would be your husband, who you know to be sound asleep down the hall, his boisterous snores drowning out any other sound that could be made.
should a shadow intrude upon your home tonight, your husband would not wake to rescue you.
but if it is him, you do not wish to be rescued.
you think of his lordship now as you search deeper within you, trying to force your fingers as deep as they could go. your wrist prevents complete freedom, you cannot get as deep as you wish with your own fingers.
you know he would be able to.
the shadow that lays his body atop of yours in your sleep. the face that lingers in your dreams, never completely visible yet you can feel the fear that the visage invokes as he slips his fingers down your body, sharp claws feeling almost dainty as the lightest touch trails down your pure skin.
you wish you were dreaming now, dead to the living world and only alive in a realm where he can visit you as he pleases. then, you would part your legs as you have them now and give yourself to him as you have done many times before.
but alas, sleep eludes you tonight, leaving you here—forced to search for satisfaction on your own.
with a frustrated grunt, you push your fingers deeper into you and you graze a spot that makes you keel.
your toes point and your legs fall open as you writhe onto your back. finally, you're getting somewhere.
you screw your eyes shut with concentration. the heel of your hand clumsily knocks into your clit with every determined drive of your fingers, and satisfaction trickles throughout your entire body.
you try to imagine him doing this, but it's not right. you fingers are too short compared to his. there is too much life in your digits, your nails are too neatly trimmed. you are not him and you need him.
your eyes open as tears burn behind them, and it is then that you see it.
a shadow pressed against your wall. long fingers that you know so intimately reaching out, as if reaching for you.
there is no physical form to accompany the shadow, but you still know.
"my lord," you whisper, newfound vigor added to the movements of your fingers. "my lord you came." you sound girlishly excited as a relieved grin spreads across your face.
of course he came, he has always made his devotion to you known, even since you swore yourself to him. you are his, and he will always come to you, especially when you are like this.
his shadow creeps closer, looming across the hardwood floors and nearing your bed.
your eyes fall shut peacefully this time as you await his voice.
it comes in a harsh whisper that cuts through the air. bare yourself to me.
you use your other hand to pull the skirt of your gown completely of of your legs, pulling your thighs apart as far as they would go. a wave of cold air hits you. it startles you, a shaky moan ripping right from your diaphragm.
you speed up even more if possible. the sound is resounding at this point, it is unmistakable what is happening in these four walls.
knowing that he's watching you provides you with more comfort than you've ever known. feeling his eyes on you, even if you cannot see them, shrouds you in a warm embrace, even if his skeletal body has not produced true warmth in more years than your feeble mind can comprehend.
you're getting close. your toes curl and you grasp your breast in your free hand.
you cannot stop chanting his name as you pull yourself closer and closer.
release. allow me to see. allow me to watch.
it's easy for you to let go after that. you soak the bed as you do, essence squirting from between your thighs and wetting your hand, legs, and nightgown.
you can sense his pleasure as well as you can sense his presence. both coax you off into a slumber that befalls onto you in that very position, legs parted, comforter kicked off of the bed, hand loosely lingering over your womanhood. in your dreams, he finds you as you are.
he moves your hand away from what he owns, and takes from you until the sun rises.
