#shadow demon x reader

[delldarling]

spellwork | inkling

kinktober teaser ; day twenty-one male shadow demon x gender neutral magic-user!reader 417 words citrus | UST (Inkling’s full story is 18k words over on Patreon! This particular addition is technically an epilogue, and comes to a total of 1.1k with lime | praise, body painting, teasing)

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The fire is blazing in the stove, warming the backs of your thighs and calves as it casts your shadow across the living room floor. You’re wonderfully warm, and comfortable, but all you have to do is glance at the floor to know that it’ll be freezing. It’s always freezing in your house, but you’ve found that it’s rather par for the course. Having been stuck in here for literal months, you’re fairly familiar with the layout of the place. 

Your shadow moves, shifts, coalesces into Inkling’s familiar, malleable shape, great clawed fingers gesturing to either side. There are three different bottles of spelled ink, so thick it may as well be paint, three brushes, and a shallow bowl of water on your left. On the right is The Thorn Bay Historical Almanac, a kitschy book put out by the local museum that houses it’s fair share of real spells. A soft hand towel sits beside it, just in case any of the ink or water spills onto the floor. Inkling might have promised that nothing will stain, but the wood is old-

“We can’t exactly perform the spell until you disrobe, Sweet Spellcaster,” Inkling murmurs, terribly amused. “And laying down upon the floor wouldn’t hurt either.” He waits long enough for you to wrinkle your nose, a silent disagreement, and then pushes himself half out of your shadow. He reaches out for the robe knotted around your waist, arm stretching almost too far, and hooks a finger in the sash. He draws you close to him, wrapping his arms securely around your legs. For a moment you think he might let his hands wander underneath the hem, but he only hugs you, trying to tease. 

“You know, I do understand that part, and while I’m going to get to it... Is it really necessary that the spell be performed down here though? Upstairs-”

Inkling stretches until he’s as tall as you are, placing a hand on your shoulder for balance. He tilts his head towards you, nearly close enough to kiss, but all you can focus on is the rest of the room, hazy and unfocused when viewed through his body. You blink, mildly dizzy, and let him take your face in hand.

“Are you nervous?” Inkling asks, and… That might have merit. This is the first spell you’re trying that doesn’t involve the Almanac, though you brought it down just in case you needed to reference something. “Or perhaps you’re asking for a little help?”

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...turn the page?