Most people are afraid to walk the streets of your city at night, not you; however, you love the quiet, the empty streets and the occasional roll of a taxi that is on the way to the airport or some hotel for pickup. It's calming, and most of all, it's safe, if only for you.
Your friends think you're nuts, beg you to stay on calls with whoever is awake, only to get selfies of you in the empty streets smiling or sitting in dark, small parks giving peace signs as you stretched out languidly.
There are more than a few outlandish reasons that your friends have come up with as to why you feel so safe out so late at night, but none of them have gotten close to the truth. None of them has looked closer at your shadow late at night, or when they come over to yours, none of them has asked about your long-term partner that they know you have.
No, no, if only they had a little more curiosity, a little more insight or a little more time to go looking around the town, then they might have been able to understand how you felt so at home in the dark.
Then they would have long been introduced to your partner, the lanky shadow creature you had met and fallen in love with. The writhing mass of shadows and wisps of void light that has curled around you every night you wander the streets, scaring away the more insidious characters that scare so many.
Now, if only you could get them to stop hiding in the shadows of your underwear during the day, it's hard enough to keep a straight face when they mutter insults about your asshole boss into your ear, you don't really need to be fending off the heat of their tongue making itself at home between your legs during the day.
Shadow demon x fem!reader— sensory deprivation, multiple orgasms, bondage (cuffs), groping, fingering, oral (f!receiving), p in v sex, finger sucking, aftercare
Your shadow demon bf had opened your eyes and welcomed you into a whole new world of pleasure that was just waiting to you both to explore. And you have. You’ve done things you never thought you’d enjoy due to the love and trust you have in your bf. In return you’ve gained so many new experiences that you’d never want to take back.
At this point you’ve pretty much stopped asking questions whenever your shadow demon bf proposes that he wants to try something new with you. But this time you think you have to ask some questions.
Because when your shadow demon bf tells you that he wants to fuck you in complete darkness, you’re insanely confused. Sure, you two have never done that before. Always having on at least a candle so that you can see each other as your bf fucks your brains out. But this is far from the craziest thing you two have ever done and it’s left you having no clue what’s going on.
Still, you trust your bf. You follow his exact instructions and you relish in the submission of it. Of letting go of all thought and action, your bf’s voice being your only guiding light. Especially as the darkness surrounds you and it’s the only true thing you can grasp onto.
Tingles shoot up your spine. A smirk begins to play on your lips as you realize the possible appeal. A eery chuckle shifts through the darkness and you jump as a moment later two clawed hands firmly grip onto the waist of your bare form. The prickly tips of sharpened claws caress up and down the curve of your stomach, leaving sparks in their wake.
“What a vision you are in the darkness, my heart. Now do you see mine?” Your bf’s haunting yet alluring voice whispers in your ear. Goosebumps rise along your skin and your smile widens, getting a sense of his intentions with this newest request.
His touch as gentle as the wind, coursing through the pathway of your body till he reaches your breasts and the caress turns firm and purposeful. Groping you and pulling you tightly into his large chest. Your grasp rings out through the dark silent space. It’s echos vibrating and increasing the tension between you.
Leaning back into the comfort of his embrace, you moan. Nothing else to turn to, to focus on, besides his touch. Bringing the sensations to a new height till you’re writhing against him before he’s even done anything to you.
“Near total sensory deprivation, the only real thing being my voice. All of your senses now completely at my mercy,” Shadow demon bf rasps darkly, finally giving you some of his reasoning behind all this.
You have to admit that the idea of it is arousing and your body agrees as your pussy floods with your essence. Always so nice and wet for him, you can’t help it. Everything he says has your nerves standing on edge and your cunt fluttering and begging to be filled.
Careful claws tease and tweak at your nipples, whimpers escaping you as you tremble in his secure hold. You cry out, rubbing your thighs together to gain any semblance of friction you can get. Yet it’s not enough, your hole so achingly empty and needing to be stuffed full. Your mind grows foggy and centers in on this one desperate thought.
“Lost in the void and who is the only thing that can ground you?” Shadow demon bf whispers into your ear again, his forked tongue slithering out and licking along the smooth curve of your ear.
The sensation is quick, tantalizing, and gone far too soon. You whimper, leaning back into him. Your body, floating as if on cloud nine, seeking out that skilled tongue of his. Knowing with every fiber in what’s left of your present being that you’ll get it. So long as you’re good for him.
“You are,” you croak out, voice weak and wanting.
A low rumbles moves through your bf’s chest in agreement, clearly pleased with your willing and eager response. The loss of his touch on your breasts, on your hard nipples, is a hit your floating mind can barely handle. A loud whine escaping you until his cool touch returns, moving along your curves. The further down he goes the less you can breathe, simply waiting.
“That’s right, my starlight,” he says as his deft fingers dip into your folds, spreading them and spearing themselves along your slit. Your breath knocks out of you, exhaling heavily as he ignites the nerves of your pussy lips. They clench and contort around him, mindlessly guiding the digits to delve inside your hole.
Shadow demon bf chuckles at the feeling, causing your cheeks to tinge with red. Thankful that even if he can feel you, he won’t be able to see you in your lewdness. Another thing the darkness around you provides. Another thing you’re looking forward to. Your bfs voice and the slow glide of his fingers snaps you out of your thoughts.
“You overwhelm me, sweet one. You are all I feel and all that grounds me to this plane. I believe it’s time I repay the favor.”
Shadow demon bf’s fingers don’t leave you as his other hand guides you to bend down at the waist. Your own arms reach out, carelessly searching through the darkness until you find it. Fingers curl around the metal cuffs suspended in front of you. The click of each lock as they enclose around your wrists has your back arching, bracing yourself for what’s to come.
“Look at you, so good and ready for me,” Shadow demon bf mumbles, drawing lazy circle against your clit as he kneels down on the ground behind you. You whimper and push back, though his free hand is quick to grab at your plush thigh. Keeping you in place.
His keen eyes reflect in the darkness, giving him access to view everything in front of him. Yet you remain completely clueless. Just how he wants you. Your legs spread further as his fingers slide back down your slit, giving him the sight of your beautiful dripping pussy. Your essence dribbling down your thighs and making such a mess. A mess he’s more than ready to clean up.
In an instant that tongue you’ve been waiting for is back and it’s back with a vengeance. Your body jolts, cuffs clanging and ringing in your ears, surprised by the sudden slick texture of his forked tongued sliding along your thigh and pushing through your folds. Not having expected more than his touch at the moment. The darkness riding you of knowing what’ll happen next.
Though your anticipation doesn’t have time to build as shadow demon bf glides his tongue through your folds, swirling around your clit in a mind-numbing manner. You moan, body rolling into the sensations but not knowing where exactly to move. Leaving you to squirm in search of your bf.
Shadow demon bf grins viciously and you can feel it against your cunt, knowing his enjoying this. Loving how you struggle and silently beg for more of him. His hands shift to your hips, both keeping you in place and letting you know where he’ll be.
All you get in warning is a growl before your bf begins ravaging your pussy, sloppily lapping up your cunt. His hands spread your ass cheeks, widening the entrance for his tongue to slide deep inside your weeping pussy. Pressure weighs down in your belly as your pleasure builds, rising onto your toes and giving him better access.
He grunts his thanks and repeats his rhythm with precise precision and never ending stamina. He doesn’t stop fucking his tongue into your cunt until you explode around it. Your walls clenching around his tongue, your essence gushing onto his tastebuds. Shadow demon bf growls and unhinges his jaw, taking in every last damn drop and working you through it.
Both of you are breathing heavily as your orgasm begins to fade and your bf leans back. You still can’t see, hear, or feel anything beside the cold metal around your wrists. The only noise your breaths. Aside from that the silence stretches on and it has the hair on the back of your neck standing up straight.
“Ready for more?” Your bfs voice suddenly growls in your ear and you shout. Body jerking back and you immediately bump into his broad frame and right into his huge girth. His erection nestling against your ass.
Your eyes scatter and search the surroundings over the shoulder you hear him from but you can’t see anything. Only darkness. Before you can respond your bf crashes his lips against yours and you let out another muffled shout. But you respond without a beat of hesitation, opening your mouth and welcoming his tongue back inside your body. Both of you moaning into it as your cum tickles your own tastebuds.
Shadow demon bf’s cock slowly starts grinding into you, neither of you breaking your kiss. You stay perfectly still for him, keeping yourself wide open and needy for his length. Still not getting your fill of wanting to be split in two.
With your body all prepped for him, your bf guides his dick through your folds. Whimpers leaving you as his tip bumps into your sensitive clit. Your bf nips at your tongue affectionately before you feel his big mushroom tip, leaking heavily with pre-cum, push at your entrance.
With a simply push forward, your bf breaks past your entrance, sinking down into your eager sopping cunt. Your jaw drops, a loud moan lights the room up with noise as his cock stretches your walls for all their worth. Forcing its way in and demanding you submit to its sheer girth and the pleasure it’ll bring. You relax as much as you can, practically sucking him inside of you.
Shadow demon bf growls, your walls nearly suffocating him you’re so fucking tight. When he bottoms out his tip nudges at your cervix. The pain sharp and aching but so delicious. You close your eyes, basking in it all. You feel so full and so complete with him inside you.
Your breaths mingle and mix in the space between your mouths. Eyes open you continue trying to search for your bf in the dark, even knowing it’s useless. Wanting to see how much of a mess you make him and even maybe wanting him to see just how thoroughly he destroys you.
By the way he draws you, making you feel every thick and bulging vein along his cock against your walls before roughly snapping his hips back inside you, you almost swear he can see you. That he knows how much of a mess you truly make him. But that’s impossible right?
All worries and thoughts leave you in the blink of an eye as Shadow Demon bf starts up his demolishing pace. Claws carefully sinking into you to keep you steady. A loud roar rumbles through the room and you jump in your bones, which only serves to push your body back into his intense thrusts.
Your bf grunts, clearly approving and you cry out as he starts moving your body back into his cock, having you meet the rough rolls of his hips. Your body tenses, cunt clenching down around him and having you feel even more full.
Tossing your head back, your teeth clench, pleasure crashing through you in waves you can’t even think to stop as there’s nothing else for you to ground yourself with. Your lost in the sea of pleasure, tingling sensations of arousal pulsing within your body and spreading out over and over again.
Your bf watches your body twist and contort in order to take his giant cock and everything it’s making you feel. A twisted satisfaction burns through him at how much of a beautiful mess you look. The sight has him picking up his pace, slamming his length inside you, molding your perfect pussy to his shape. Making his home here and showing you he’ll never leave.
Moans and cries of pleasure are no longer enough as you release a fierce scream. You can faintly hear your bfs low groan, his voice feeling so far away. Lost in the abyss your hands try and reach for something— anything. But the clang of the cuffs is all that rings true. Sparking an idea in your mind you try and reach forward, hoping you can ground yourself by placing the chain of the cuffs in your mouth.
But just as you reach it, Shadow demon bf pulls you back and burys his cock back inside your crying and begging cunt. Emotion wells up inside your chest and you sob, tears coming to your eyes. Your body moves back into your bfs chest and his voice comes back down to your ear.
“Sh, sh, sh, my love. It’s alright, you’re alright,” he whispers soothingly, hand coming up to stuff a few of his large fingers into your mouth. You whimper, sucking eagerly, letting the sturdy size of his digits ground you back down to earth and help calm you down.
His other hand soothingly caresses your stomach as he continues to fuck into you, his pace not slowing down for a second. Making sure to take care of all your needs at once. Small whimpers continue to leave you, feeling better as his presence surrounds you and stays in your mouth and pussy. You move back into his thrusts again, all on your own.
Tendrils of darkness creep up from the deep and curl around your body. Having been used to them they only provide further comfort to you. One long tentacle wraps up and strokes at your clit, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. With a firm press of his hand on your stomach and a few more snaps of his hips, you scream once more, this time around his fingers as your orgasm bursts through you.
Your cum paints Shadow demon bf’s cock, your walls spasming and clenching down on his length. Sparks shoot up his spine and his teeth sink into your shoulder as he follows right after you into climax, his heavy load splashing deeply against your womb and filling your pussy even more than you thought was possible. His hips still rocking into you until you both sag into each other.
Shadow demon bf slides out of you gently but you still hiss at the slight sting. As your combined release spills out of you, you shiver and clench down to keep it inside of you. Your bf lights the room with a snap of his fingers and you breathe a sigh of relief as your senses come back to you. As gently as always, he unlocks you from the cuffs. Massaging your wrists and kissing them adoringly.
He guides you to bed, whispering praises, recounting every moment of what just happened through his eyes. Letting you know how good you did, how perfect you were for him, how absolutely gorgeous you looked then and now, and asking how you feel to make sure you’re alright.
Pouring endless praise and love onto you as he cleans up the mess between your thighs before he sweeps you up into his arms the moment you two get into bed. Pressing soft kisses all of your face and sore body. It’s only as you finally relax do you register all his words.
“Could you see me in the dark?” You ask incredulously, voice slightly raspy as you connect the dots. Your bf chuckles and you squeeze your eyes shut, dreading his response and forcing your own laughter down.
“‘Course I could, sweetheart. I’m a shadow demon,” he responds with amusement but your loud groan quickly overshadows his laughter. Red blooming across your chest and up your neck till it spreads all across your face. Your bf merely laughs louder, his hands caressing your back. Wanting to comfort you some before the inevitable teasing begins.
How about a porn star fem reader? She is on a set in a train car playing the helpless victim while a shadow monster porn star plays the obsessive creep molesting her.
Helpless fun
Hi anon, thank you for this request! It was so fun to write it honestly; I really hope you'll enjoy it ! 💖✨️
"Help! Someone's help, please!" you cried out, tears running down your face as you tried to open the cabin door. Your head looking quickly left and right to see a way out, but there was none.
A shadow monster approches, his big figure covering the whole train car, making you feel small.
"There's no way out for you, human" his laugh giving the you chills. You could see how his four limbs floated in the air, itching to touch your body. The strap of your top keeps falling down as your boobs were (voluntarily) being exposed.
His smile was wide, hands creeping in and touching your thights. A yelp left out your mouth, sobbing and pleading him to not go any further.
"You're so pretty when you cry, you know that?" his dark body now closer, only few centimers separating the both of you as his upper hands now felt your waist, squeezing it. You gasped.
"N-no, please!" tears kept coming out, your body trembling.
"Keep asking for help, nobody will save you. You're mine" his voice filling the whole room, the atmosphere was so creepy and chilling. You were scared. What this creep wanted from you? What was his objective?
"Silly human" his long tongue licked your neck, tears draining as others threatened to fall down. Your body now shivered, not for the fear but because his warm tongue, against your body, gave you pleasure.
"M-monster, what do you want from me?" your voice reduced to a whisper, two of his hands touching your boobs and pinching your nipples. You moaned.
"Ah~, there you are" he smiled big once again. You looked at him and felt his bulge twitch against your thigh.
Wtf!? He's so big !!
He kept teasing your poor nipples, squeezing and massaging your tits in the meantime. Wetness was dirtying your panties and you felt nasty for it.
The monster inhaled, sensing your sweet sweet scent.
"Such a good human for me, aren't you? You smell so good, let me eat you" his voice low, very low, sounding like a true entity from another world.
"E-eat me?! Go away!!" you tried, really tried, pushing him but it was impossibile. His much stronger than you were.
"I love it, I'm loving every of your reaction. I'm so glad I found you" he licked his lips, his cock springing free and touching your belly. You looked at it, your throat thirsty. Your eyes got back to him.
"Now, be a good little pet for me", there was no patience in his voice, he teased your too long and his cock was leaking a white substance, spreading it over your belly. His four hands kept you still.
You moved your body, trying to free yourself bur his grip was too steady. Tears now were falling again, yelping and screaming for help.
There's no way, there's no fucking way it's happening. How could this happen to you!?
You cried as his cock entered your wet walls. He groaned, giving your hips a good squeeze. The shadow monster didn't give you any second to prepare; his cock trusting in and out of you at a rough pace, pussy squelching.
Moans, gasps and painting filled the train room; not caring anymore what was happening. We're you enjoying this? Maybe. His cock just felt too good in your pussy as one of his hands now rubbed your clit.
His sniffed your hair, groaning again.
"Look, you were made for me. Your pussy is taking me so so so good."
You trembled, only moaning at everything he said, already dumb on his big cock.
Time went by as his thrusts became more and more erratic. You lose the count of how many time you and the monster came. Your body was imp, tears of pleasure now covering your face as you felt something warm shoot inside you.
"A-ah, mhh! Not inside!!"
"Too late, darling" he laughed maniacally, his cum paiting your walls wide as a ring of cream formed around his cock. You were spent, your mind blank.
His hands pressed on the belly bulge. You cried out as more sperm drooled down.
"And...stop! 10 minutes of pause! Good job, everyone!"
"That was perfect, you make a really good actress, you know?" your colleague, shadow monster, said.
You laugh embarrassed.
"Thank you, you're pretty good yourself." You teased, leaving him there as you make your way to your dress room.
Request: Tentacle Monster Husband x Chubby Reader x Sub Human Male Butler: So the Reader and Tentacle Monster are married, but because he usually spends so much time in the shadow nobody ever believes that the Reader is married. So maybe one day the Reader gets called in to their kids school and the principle and teacher are like we would like to visit your home and ensure that every thing is okay (maybe her child has said somethings that have like concerned the school staff), so when the Reader gets home from the meeting and tells her husband what happens they try to come up with a plan to have somebody pretend to be the Readers husband, that’s where they come up with the idea to “employ” the new shy butler that they hired. SO skipping past the meeting that happened (all went well), the Reader and her Husband can’t spot think about how cute the new butler is. So on and so forth and smut ensues and they will be one big happy family.
The husband and the fake husband
Shadow-monster x male!human x chubby fem!reader || dom/sub dynamic, sharing is caring, tentacles, fluff, praise kink, double penetration, anal sex
“We might be in trouble,” is the first thing out of your mouth when you get to your house, where your shadow-monster husband is pacing up and down and creating all kinds of darkness across the walls. In any other circumstances, it would be a beautiful sight, but right now, with the school threatening to get social services involved, he’s a bit on edge. And so are you.
He stops dead in his tracks, looking at you with utter confusion. You can understand the sentiment. “What? What happened?” He questions, his shadows quivering in frustration behind him.
“So, they don’t believe I’m actually married, and they think I might be having some kind of affair that’s fucking up with our son’s mind.”
His shadows move faster, he’s clearly agitated, and you are panicking, too. “What the fuck? Why would they think that?” He asks out loud. Which is not the calming conversation you need right now. The furthest from it, to be honest.
But you try to explain either way. “Well, because you never show up and I- Anyway, it doesn’t matter. The thing is that they are coming in an hour to check on the house and my husband and it’s not like you can exactly show up and show them, so I don’t know what to do and I’m stressed and we might lose our kid and I-” You are rambling, panic rambling at that.
Your husband stops in front of you, his tentacles wrapped around your middle and his head lowering until his forehead touches yours. “Okay, we can figure this out. Everything will be okay,” he tells you, hand on your chest and urging you to match his breathing. That does help, and you hug his middle, trying not to cry.
“I might- I might be able to help,” a soft voice says behind you.
You turn around to see your new butler, or more like the one who does everything. You hired someone to fix all the little imperfections in your house and keep everything in order, as per your husband’s request to keep some stress off your shoulders.
“And how do you plan to do that?” Your shadow-monster husband asks, a hint of amusement in his tone when the human in front of him squirms on his feet.
He’s so fucking cute you want to put him to his knees and ravage him. And your husband wants that, too. You’ve talked about it a lot. Especially when his tentacles are inside of you and he’s dirty talking on your ear, sounding all hot and bothered by the thought of making you and the cute human submit to him.
“I could pretend to be your husband,” he rushes out, face all flushed.
The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. You stare at the human, and then at your husband, and back at the human. “It could work,” your husband finally breaks the silence.
And just like that, you got yourself a fake human husband thanks to your shadow-monster husband.
Luckily for all of you, the meeting with the school goes seamlessly. Your kid is with his grandparents, and your relief is so apparent that when you fall back onto the sofa you almost groan out loud.
Your shadow-monster husband appears at your side instantly, his shadows wrapped around your body and squeezing until you feel him everywhere. That is enough to make you groan out loud, which causes a bit of a butterfly effect.
Your husband squeezes around your body, you groan, and then the other human in the room groans in response, so loudly you turn around to look at him with your mouth half open.
“What was that?” You ask, your smirk already growing.
You can feel your husband’s shadows creeping under your clothes, his eyes never leaving the cute human in front of you two. “Do you see something you like, little human? Do you want my wife? Is that it?” He gulps audibly and you giggle. “Come on, don’t be shy. I know you desire her.”
“That’s- that’s not-” He stutters, face bright red and erection obvious in his slacks.
“Oh, so you want my husband, then?” You ask, feeling cheeky while you lick your lips, already thinking of how good it could feel to have both of you inside. You can feel your panties getting damp while your husband’s tentacles rub your clit over your clothes.
“I- I- I want you both!” He exclaims, almost surprised by his own statement.
You can feel your smirk growing as big as it gets, your cheeks hurting a bit. And your husband’s tentacles get friskier, slipping inside your panties and making you moan while you see some of them approaching the human male in front of you.
“Is that it? And what if I tell you we want you, too?” Your husband asks, voice rough and heavy, tentacles curling around the other human’s calf and going up and up, stopping right over his erection. “Is that what you want? You want to be fucked by us? I need your consent right here,” he orders, his tone guttural and sexy as fuck.
The human male swallows and nods, then rapidly says out loud, “Ye- yes! I want that. I want both of you.”
“Good boy,” your husband praises and you and the other human moan in unison.
Then everything goes dark and you feel your big body being manhandled at the same time you hear another human letting out a squeal. You feel like you are floating before your body hits a soft mattress and your clothes are ripped off your body.
You are trying to process it when your husband’s shadows disappear and light washes over you… Just in time to see the other human next to you, naked and panting already, some of your husband’s shadow-tentacles curling around his arms and legs and holding him there, looking like your next snack.
“What should we do with him, my pretty wife?” Your shadow-monster husband asks, tentacles helping you to a sitting position, some of them caressing your skin softly.
“I want his dick,” you tell him, crawling towards him and climbing on his lap. He squirms under you and you smirk at him, running your nails over his chest and abdomen until he moans. “Doesn’t he sound pretty when he moans like that?” You ask your husband over your shoulder, where he’s perched and smirking down at you, pride written all over his features. He loves when you get dominant like him, especially when you have a pretty sub to control under you.
“He really does. I bet he sounds even better when my tentacles are inside his tight asshole and you are bouncing on his cock. Doesn’t that sound just perfect?”
He’s asking you, but there’s a hint of doubt to it, eyes fixated on the man under your body, who is open-mouthedly staring at you two interact. His dick is visibly throbbing, and you’d bet your fortune that he’s loving the hint of degradation of talking about him without acknowledging him at all.
“I think he’d love that,” you tell your husband, one of your hands reaching down to grab the human’s dick and jerking him a couple times. Much to your delight, he whines, hips arching while he tries to fight the restrains without success. “Mmmm, he sounds so good already. I love my men vocal, you know? I bet I can make you do it louder. I bet I can make you scream if I wanted to,” you tell him.
He squirms under you, his voice getting high-pitched when your husband’s tentacles curl around his balls. You can’t see below that, but you are pretty sure your husband is playing with his hole already.
“Are you ready, my pretty wife?” Your husband whispers against your ear, and you nod with a sigh of pleasure.
His tentacles are on your clit, rubbing just the right way to send you into a spiral of desperation and desire. You let out a cry, your husband’s tentacles on your hips, helping you down and holding the human’s dick as you slowly lower yourself on it.
You are dripping wet already, and the second you roll your hips around his tip, he lets out the most pitiful sound ever, making you grin down at him and letting all your weight fall down at once. He screams and you giggle, rolling your hips, teasing him and yourself while you hear your husband grunt behind you.
You look over your shoulder, your husband is biting his lip while his tentacles dance around him like a mesmerizing courting ritual. You arch your back to kiss him, and he devours you completely, kissing you like there’s no tomorrow while he grabs your hips and starts bouncing you on the human’s dick.
“Ple- Please! I’m about- I’m about-” The human is stuttering, his voice high-pitched and pathetic.
You two break the kiss, sitting down on his dick and stilling your movements. “Aww, look how cute he is!” Your husband says, his tentacles groping your sides, your tummy, your boobs… You are not too far away from coming yourself. “Do you want more, human? You you want to know how it feels to be fucked by a shadow monster?”
You don’t know what your husband is doing under your body, but you can feel the caress of his tentacles while he moves them against the human’s hole.
His voice is choked when he responds: “YES! PLEASE!”
And then there’s no more playing games. Darkness surrounds both of you humans again, your husband enveloping all of you while he pushes his tentacle inside the cute human under you.
There’s tentacles everywhere, there’s sensations all over your body, inside and out, and you are about to lose it. Then the tentacles close around your waist, and he starts moving you, bouncing you on the human’s dick while he continues fucking him with his tentacles.
You can only see darkness and the face of the human. His eyes are closed and his mouth is open in a silent scream. He’s sweating and letting out those tiny sounds that are driving you insane.
But you aren’t in control of your pleasure, and neither is he. The only one controlling this situation right now is your husband, who is playing with you two like you are his toys. And it’s intoxicating in the best way possible.
“You two look perfect. Such good humans for me. The prettiest of toys for me. Are you going to come? Are you going to fill my wife? And you pretty wife, are going to come all over him?”
Your response is nothing but a broken cry when the tentacles on your clit start rubbing with intent. The human under you is no better, eyes rolling back into his head when your husband starts thrusting harder, the whole bed moving with the force of it.
You feel the second he comes, the warmth inside of you scolding hot while your own orgasm throws you off balance, almost face-planting onto his chest. But your husband catches you, helping you milk your own pleasure on the human’s dick while he cries and cries and cries because your husband is hitting his prostate like his life depends on it. You barely hear your husband coming behind you, his tentacles squeezing around your body and his soft grunt the only alert you get before everything turns fuzzy.
It takes a while for the three of you to catch your breath, whole body still shaking with aftershocks. “That was fun,” your husband says, clearly amused while he pants next to you, the room filled with light now that he curled his tentacles around the both of you in the warmest cuddle possible.
You giggle, hitting him in the chest. “Stop being an asshole, it was fun.”
The human makes a little sound, and you two look at him, who is still red and trying to catch his breath. “That was… wow.”
You exchange a look with your husband and he nods once, kissing your cheek. “So… Would you like to do it again?” You ask the human, a hint of hope in your tone.
“And again, and again, and again?” Your husband adds, smirk as big as it gets.
જ⁀➴ some small headcanons about where each monster would take you and how the date would go. animal hybrid not included.
── . werewolf boyfriend ✦
╰┈➤ werewolf!bf wants to show you his sensitive side on a date, so he want to take you to do something sweet. werewolf!bf is so nervous when the two of you pull up to the bookstore. it was all his idea to pick out books for each other and end the night cooking a meal together. his collar tightened around his furry nape when you walked in together. deeply afraid he'd pick out a book that you wouldn't enjoy or would have to force yourself through for his sake.
꩜ you'd kiss him on the cheek and wish him luck, unbeknownst to him you're equally nervous. the two of you had a short talk on the way here about genres, and neigher of you had much to go off of.
꩜ when you both get back in the car you'd laugh about how nervous you both were when the other one presents their choice of book. both things you equally excited about reading.
꩜ and then you arrive to your shared apartment, you share some wine before making some easy chicken pasta you both really enjoy.
── . vampire boyfriend ✦
╰┈➤ your vampire!bf would want to rake you somewhere nice, while also allowing it to be a brand new experience for you. he wants the night to be rememberable, so he takes you to the most beautiful restaurant. ordering a wine you'd never even heard of, and looking adoringly at you.
꩜ vamp!bf is renting out the entire restaurant, he doesn't want anything to mess up or interrupt your perfect night.
꩜ he'd wait until the moon in the perfect place and take you out the terrace to hold your hand, “you looks so delectable under the moonlight mi amore.”
꩜ vampire!bf ends the night with flying, having you on his back as you soar through the skies. wanting you to see how beautiful the nightlife can be from up in the clouds.
── . ghost boyfriend ✦
╰┈➤ ghost!bf can't take you out as he's confined to the house he died in, but that doesn't mean he won't put in one hundred percent for your dates. he's swooshing around the house in silence, as you're sleeping, trying to get the perfect day together.
꩜ your day starts with a beautiful breakfast in bed, with the ingredients you all just had laying around. he floats in with ease, a smile on his translucent face which brings one to your face.
꩜ the next part is movies and doing a puzzle or different table top game together. something small but you can do it together in the comfort of your home.
꩜ the night would end in tidying up together and dancing in the kitchen. just enjoying your time together.
── . orc boyfriend ✦
╰┈➤ orc!bf loves to be able to show off, he wants to do something that's gonna fun but lets him protect you. orc!bf is going to take you to a haunted house, it's so dark and you can't see anything but he can see everything.
꩜ everytime you get spooked and grasp only his huge muscular arms, he's grinning but feigning innocence and comforting you, “it’s okay, I'll protect you.”
꩜ when orc!bf accidentally gets spooked and punches one of the cast members and you almost pee your pants from laughing. the big scary orc got scared.
꩜ all would led to him backing you against a wall, until he's towering over you. you can feel the body heat coming off of him in waves, “you scared yet?”
── . fae prince boyfriend ✦
╰┈➤ fae prince!bf want your forst date to benone exploring the fae world. he'd give you a special piece of jewelry that would keep you from being stuck in this realm. as much as he wants you to eventually rule neside him, he wants you to do that of your violation. so he takes you to see the flora and fauna of his birth place and kingdom.
꩜ fae prince!bf wants to show you all of the delicacies of his kingdom, having the royal chef make you a little bit of everything. all of which he sets you in his lap and feeds you every bite, eager to see your reactions.
꩜ fae prince!bf who has the family tailor make you a beauiful dress made of garments and fabrics you'd never even heard of. the dress if a beauiful gown for your dinner at the end of the night, it fit like a second skin and made you feel oh so beautiful.
꩜ fae prince!bf shows you all of the castle, kingdom, the courtyard and everything, he wants to end the night with a private dinner in the royal garden. sitting across from you under their two moons, his faerie skin sparkling in his true form.
── . tentacle monster boyfriend ✦
╰┈➤ while tentacle monster!bf would love to take you back to his realm and show you all the delights, he knows he can't. knows you'd be easily taken as a servant there, a common practice in his homeland. he settles for a comfort food picnic by the water where you both may swim.
꩜ tenatcle monster!bf refused go let you help or know much of anything about the date wanting it to be a surprise for you! he'd help pack some clothes for you to make sure you'll be comfortable.
꩜ his face lights up when you do your little happy dance about the food he packed. he prides himself on knowing you oh so well.
꩜ swimming with you is tentacle monster!bf’s favorite part, getting to be immersed in the natural body of water. not to mention, getting to play with you in the water, wrapping you in his tendrils and creating waves in the nornally waveless lake.
── . shadow monster boyfriend ✦
╰┈➤ shadow monster!bf is a little on the basic side, or at least that's what he would say. he loves an old fashion movie and dinner. the movie theatre is the best place for him, as he can sit comfortably in the dark shadows of the viewing room.
꩜ he'd think over the kind of movie for a few days before asking if you'd be up for it. he doesn't really care if it's perfect as things like that don't happen for him very often. he just wants you to be happy. he'd eventually land on horror, remembering he read somewhere it makes the girl cuddle more and that makes it romantic or whatever.
꩜ shadow monster!bf is not like orc!bf or demon!bf he's not very egotistical or even confident. days leading up to the date he's researching anything and everything he can, he's always been ignored having always been in the shadows. so he's not very experienced with dating and you're so pretty.
꩜ picking the restaurant was the hardest part for him, most places are pretty well lit and not being able to slunk into the shadows makes shadow monster!bf very anxious. he eventually ends in a hibachi grill, daek enough to be comfortable but light enough you'll still be anle to look on him. when you arrive you can tell how nervous the poor virgin monster was.
── . demon boyfriend ✦
╰┈➤ demon!bf would want something fun yet a little competitive; he decides the best thing would have to be an arcade with a built-in diner. something fun, casual that would end in fun banter. he finds one that has that retro kind of vibe, something that would have a layer of nostalgia.
꩜ as soon as he propses the idea, he'd give a little bite of, “unless you're scared to lose?” he'd raise his eyebrows in mischief and you knew it would be a very fun night.
꩜ demon!bf would immediately bring you over to the skee ball, something easily fun and competitive exactly his mission. you're both smiling and laughing as you smirk and say “i'll gonna wipe the floor with ya, then we'll see who's a loser.” “you got it, sunshine, if i win I'll get a kiss.” demon!bf is cheeky, his tail lightly smacking you on the ass.
꩜ you wouldn't be able to remember a better and more excitable date, you have to have him, inviting him in when he drops you off for the night.
── . angel boyfriend ✦
╰┈➤ angel!bf wants to take you on a first date that will be filled with entertainment and enrichment. angel!bf rattles his brain, working over several ideas to make sure it's just perfect. he worries himself to hell and back, with wanting you to be happy. after this he decides on a pottery class with wine tastings. he thought it was romantic yet composed.
꩜ he's so excited when he tells you about the plan, wanting to make sure you don't wear your best clothes in case of mess from the clay or a spill from the wine. angel!bf wishes no harm towards your belongings.
꩜ you're happy to attend this date with him, and the instructor even comments on how in love the two of you look.
꩜ the night would end with angel!bf politely asking, “may i kiss you, i had such a nice time and i know it's a common human practice.”
── . satyr boyfriend ✦
╰┈➤ satyr!bf loves to go on outdoorsy dates, but this one he wanted to make sure involved alot of time where you can just chat. satyr!bf loves talking, even more than that, he loves listening to you talk. so because of that, he chooses a carriage ride finished by strawberry patch picking.
꩜ traveling and foraging is something satyr!bf is super familiar with. he's told of multiple travels that he's done and loves sharing it with you.
꩜ satyr!bf shares fun facts about the flora, and fauna of the area, and listening to you excitedly tell how you've always wanted to ride in a carriage like a real princess, “i may not be royalty, but you'll always be my princess.” finishing the sentiment with a kuss on your knuckles.
꩜ when you arrive to the patch filled with strawberry bushels, that's when satyr!bf would present you with a specially made basket with your name engraved on it, as he explains he's going to take you on a series of dates of foraging, picnicing and antique shopping.
── . succubus girlfriend ✦
╰┈➤ succubus!gf loves the ciry nightlife, loves going out at night. the city gives a palpable sexual energy that she cannlightly feed on all night long, so she doesn't kill you at the end of the night. succubus!gf takes you her favorite club, it's not a dancing club something much more smoother, more luxurious.
꩜ succubus!gf won't keep her hands off of you when she brkngs you around, knowing all the men who reaide her will undress you with their eyes. she has to make sure they know you belong to someone.
꩜ if a particular club customer can't keep their eyes and especially their hands to themselves, she'll kiss you breathlessly. to prove a point and because she loves the dumbstruck look you get after everytime your lips touch.
꩜ by the end of the night, succubus!gf had you draped in her lap, head tucked into her neck tipsy from the energy stealing and the alcohol she was feeding to you. you're just so easy that way.
── . incubus boyfriend ✦
╰┈➤ incubus!bf would love to go dancing with you or take you for dancing classes you can partake in together. something intimate yet not too sensual. he doesn't want younto bite off more than you can chew, because once he starts going it's hard for him to stop (albeit not impossible, but much harder for incubi than most monsters.)
꩜ he’d sign you up for a waltz, something vesy close with alot of eye contact while also being a good talent to have.
꩜ (ignore if you didn't love princesses as a child:) little did incubus!bf know you loved princesses and knew that's what they all did. you excitedly squealed at the idea of getting to dance like they could.
꩜ it was romantic and a fun thing to do, incubus!bf didn't take into consideration that you might be a little clumsy ans stepping on his toes a few too many times. you tried to laugh it off, and he did too, bringing you both closer.
── . siren girlfriend ✦
╰┈➤ siren!gf loves going on dates that involved water, this time would be no different. siren!gf has been meticulously planning a getaway weekend. she'd be dumb not to notice all the stress you've been under, and ushers you to agree to a weekend of no work or family, just the two of you together.
꩜ there's several things she plans with the weekend, one being the location, a small offshore island that you wouldn't possijly run into anyone either of you know. another thing would be the activities swimming in the ocean with sharks, collecting seashells and getting massages.
꩜ knowing your siren!gf is apart of the ocean makes the shark swimming all the easier to handle. siren!gf smiles warmly at you, while she converses with the shark that her beautiful baby is off limits.
꩜ siren!gf finishes off the weekend with easing all your stress in the most physical way, lapping hungrily at your sweet spot.
── . dragon boyfriend ✦
╰┈➤ dragon!bf want to take you on a flight, showing off his scales and unbelievably long wingspan. swift flying around moutains, so you could see the fresh snow and back down into a beautiful flower filled valley. urging you to see his secret cave overflowing with beautiful gems.
꩜ dragon!bf who looks on you lovingly as you collect flowers and make matching flower crowns for the two of you.
꩜ dragon!bf who is falling for you so quickly and with such intensity he allows you to pick one gem to take home with you. even urges you to take the pretty rose quartz he has surrounded by red flora.
꩜ dragon!bf who loves to nuzzle up with you and winds down the night by wrapping himself around you. enveloping you in his smoky scent.
Can you imagine an overly-obsessed shadow monster that just can't leave you alone? You were supposed to be his next meal, but once he saw how cute you were, trying on different outfits in your room, he couldn't bring himself to do anything but watch you. He imagined what it would be like to touch you and feel your soft skin beneath his shadowy fingertips; being able to caress you without having you run away... It doesn't take long before you're all he thinks about. He's stalking you day in and day out, popping up under your bed, in your closet, shower, pantry, everywhere. You never see him, of course, but he's there.
A man that came over your house (a candidate for romance, perhaps), didn't stay for long. He left in a hurry, claiming that your house was cursed. You had no clue what he was talking about, but the fright on his face was genuine. Everyone you tried dating ever since then left your house, frightened, or just never returned your calls. Perhaps your house was cursed...
Most days, you woke up suddenly, to an alarm or a nagging feeling that there was something you needed to do.
You absolutely hated it. The sudden shift from sleep to the waking world. It always left you feeling anxious and restless.
The best way to wake up in the morning was the was you were waking up now. Slowly, barely able to tell where your dreams ended and where the light, silky blankets began. You drifted slowly, softly, back into consciousness, and finally, when you were good and ready, you opened your eyes.
All you could see was black.
You blinked, confused and disoriented, half convinced you’d just forgotten to open your eyes.
When the darkness persisted, a spike of panic ran through you.
You wanted to reel backwards but you didn’t know where you were or what was blocking out your vision.
You felt a warm presence at your side and pulled away from it, sending yourself tumbling off the edge of the unfamiliar bed.
The bed. You could see it now, sprawled across the floor, tangled up in a blanket you’d ungraciously taken with you in your panicked frenzy.
A low voice grumbled from the bed, you presumed disturbed by the newfound lack of blankets and the sound of someone falling to the floor beside him.
You managed a sheepish smile as you gathered your bearings, the events of the night before surfacing in your mind.
You were here, with Nocturne.
A pitch-black face peeked over the edge of the bed as he rose from sleep more gracefully than you had.
“You having fun down there?” he asked, his morning voice a little gravelly.
You nodded, pushing his blankets back onto the bed as you clambered to your feet.
“Didn’t take you for that much of a clutz,” he said, a teasing lilt ever-present in his voice.
You smiled, sliding back under the covers. “I’m not really, I just don’t usually wake up blind. I feel like that’s excusable.”
He was so hard to read, his void of a presence difficult to gather coherent facial expressions from if you didn’t know what you were looking for, but you saw him tense for a moment before turning to the clock at his bedside.
“Fuck, I’m late.”
He rose from the bed in a hurry, haphazardly grabbing clothes from his closet and throwing them on, you all but forgotten in his bed.
You took the hint, rising beside him to grab your own things, admittedly in less of a hurry to leave than he seemed to be.
He paused, shifting to look over his shoulder to look at you as you gathered your things, pulling your clothes on quickly.
He shook his head. “No, you don’t have to leave. You can stay as long as you want.”
You knew he didn’t mean it, that he didn’t actually want you in his apartment on your own, but you appreciated the sentiment nonetheless, that he was at least being as gracious as he could.
You waved him off, working quickly towards making yourself scarce despite the feeling inside your chest tugging at you, pleading with you to stay.
But you didn’t want to stay, not really. Not with him gone.
Upon seeing that you were set on leaving he slowed, his frenzy calming seemingly to ensure he could leave with you.
It was a considerate gesture yet still it pulled a thread of guilt tight inside you, at inconveniencing him, holding him back from whatever he had to do.
You left at the same time, him being a perfect gentleman for you all the while, holding the door open for you and giving you a gracious nod as he headed on his way.
You spent most of your day debating whether or not you should show up at the casino that night. Would it look desperate? It probably would but to be honest, it wasn’t that far from the truth. Would he want you there?
When you got particularly nervous you couldn’t help but imagine him turning you away, deciding he was done with you, or pretending not to know you at all. You weren’t sure which would hurt worse.
But in the end, you couldn’t keep yourself away. It would take more self-control than you had on hand
You’d never been so nervous walking in before. It felt like everyone was looking at you. When you looked up, you saw Nocturne. His lack of features did nothing to disguise the fact he was staring at you.
You settled at his table, and he dealt cards while looking straight at you, his face entirely unreadable.
You had gotten no better at poker, despite his ‘lessons.’ In fact, you’d say you’d gotten much much worse.
You lost all your chips incredibly fast, not pacing yourself like you normally did, far too frazzled for that. In about an hour, your entire budget meant for your next visit was gone.
Part of you hoped maybe you’d be familiar enough with him soon that you wouldn’t need to come here every other week anymore. But maybe that was wishful thinking.
Everything in you wanted to go get more chips so you could return to his table with an easy excuse but you were already running ahead of what you should have spent this week.
So instead you waited, hoping he’d come up to you when his shift was done.
And so you sat, with about two hours ahead of you, waiting for midnight to come and for him to get off work.
You didn’t have much to do in the meantime. Normally you headed out as soon as you lost but part of you thought, or maybe just hoped, that he’d come talk to you.
Even if nothing came of it, you couldn’t leave without at least talking to him.
Not after last night.
You were incredibly bad at looking busy, it seemed, stirring a drink you didn’t want halfheartedly as you waited.
You tried not to feel too self-conscious. Other people were idling around you, you were far from the only loiterer, but you just felt like you were doing it wrong.
As long as you didn’t look too out of place, you supposed it didn’t matter.
And so there you sat, staring at the little whirlpool you’d formed in your drink as you waited, trying not to look up too much. You imagined it would only serve to make you look more nervous and flighty.
This determination to keep your head down meant that when someone cleared their throat next to you, you almost jumped out of your skin.
Your head jerked up to find a familiar, dark face.
He leaned back a little, looking almost sheepish. “Didn’t mean to startle you. Just wanted to say I’m sorry about this morning. I thought maybe you could come over again and I could make it up to you?”
“More lessons?” You weren’t sure if you were more excited or nervous about this turn of events.
What did he want? Just a repeat of last time? Probably. You set yourself on being grateful for it either way.
“Whatever you’d like.” He reached out to take your hand before clearly thinking better of it, pulling back as you followed him out of the casino and back to a familiar apartment.
The mood was decidedly different from the night before.
He shuffled off towards the kitchen immediately, looking back at you standing near the door.
“Come in,” he said, beckoning you forward. “What would you like?”
“What?”
He gestured back towards the kitchen. “To eat. I’m afraid I was a terribly rude host last night, I didn’t make you anything.”
You shook your head dismissively. “You weren’t rude.”
He shrugged. “Maybe. Anyways, what do you want.”
“You really don’t have to-” you tried to insist before he cut you off.
“And yet I’m going to. You’re not going to decide anything, are you? That’s fine. Do you like pasta?”
You gave him a small nod and he immediately started pulling out pots and boxes and fresh ingredients faster than you could keep track of them.
You wanted to help but you didn’t know where to start. He moved so swiftly and fluidly through the kitchen that it felt like any attempt to assist would hinder him more than anything.
You hesitantly moved to his side, asking a quiet, “What should I do?”
He gave you an amused glance. “Nothing. I’m making it for you, your job is just to sit back.”
You frowned, a crinkle forming between your brows. “I want to help.”
“You really don’t have to.” His voice was soft and low and you could feel your cheeks heat at the sound of it.
“But I want to,” you said, giving him what you hoped was a winning smile. “Now what are we making?”
He let out a fond little sigh and then put you to work. It was not lost on you that he was giving you the easiest tasks but you didn’t mind, you were happy with the compromise, so long as you were being helpful.
What made less sense to you than his insistence that you let him do most of the work was the way he made a point to stay away from you, keeping a careful distance as he moved gracefully about his tasks. Whenever you drew nearer to him he always found a convenient excuse to move to the other end of the kitchen.
At one point you reached out to grab the handle of a pan at the exact time he did and he pulled back before your hands had a chance to meet, almost like he’d been burned. You couldn’t help but worry you’d done something to upset him and that was why he was keeping his distance. But then why would he invite you here?”
So you tested the waters, intentionally bumping into him a few times, trying to make it as casual as you could.
He seemed nervous about it more than anything, almost leaning away as you got close to him.
You felt him go completely stiff as you brushed up next to him, your arms barely touching.
“You should be more careful,” he said, and you pulled away, embarrassment coloring your face.
But he hadn’t asked you to stop, he’d asked you to be more careful. Surely if he wanted you to stay away, he’d tell you as much.
So you pressed on, brushing up against him on occasion, desperate to figure out what was clearly making him uncomfortable so you could fix it.
The problem with touching him, which you wanted nothing more than to do, was it rendered you functionally useless. If you so much as bumped against him you were left grasping blindly for utensils and sticking your hands out in front of you to try desperately not to bump into anything.
It made you feel like an idiot. When he had to grab your hand to avoid you smacking it right into the hot stove that you would’ve sworn was feet away, you sheepishly stepped back from him, determined to stop making a fool of yourself.
But as soon as you both strayed far enough away from the stove you were back at his side, brushing against him again.
Your hand shifted around, feeling for a spoon in the dark, refusing to move away from his side as he just stood there. He wasn’t pulling away for once, you weren’t about to ruin this.
It wasn’t entirely unselfish. You wanted to touch him, you liked having him close. At least when he wasn’t desperately pulling away from you.
You heard a low chuckle and then a voice right next to you said, “Open your mouth,” his words moving hot air over your neck.
You did, patient and trusting, and were rewarded with a mouthful of warm food, delicious on your tongue.
“It’s amazing,” you declared, determined to show him how much you appreciated everything he was doing for you.
“Good, I’m glad.” You could practically hear the smile in his voice.
And then he pulled away and color bloomed back into your vision, leaving you feeling more disoriented than when it had been black.
“So what did you get up to today?” you asked, leaning back against the cold marble of the countertops.
He shrugged. “Nothing much, mainly just working.”
“Oh.” You’d hoped he’d at least pretend to have a reason he’d rushed off this morning.
You shouldn’t be here. You weren’t really sure why he’d invited you over at all. You’d clearly misread the situation, at least some part of it. He didn’t want to be close to you, had lied to you. All the evidence felt overwhelming. You were being a fool. There was nothing to figure out, you were taking advantage of his hospitality. He didn’t want you here, of course that was why he was pulling away. What other reason would there be?
His head cocked to the side. “What did I say? You look like a kicked puppy.”
“No, it’s fine, I can take a hint. I really didn’t mean to impose, now or this morning.”
He froze. “Oh my god, I forgot. This morning I was… I… No, you caught me, it was an excuse.”
You felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. “Right, understood. I should go.”
He reached out to grab you and then stopped, pulling back again. “Don’t go,” he settled for instead, sighing out the words with both of his hands firmly at his sides.
You shook your head. “I really don’t want to impose.”
“You’re not. It wasn’t an excuse for me.”
“What?”
“It wasn’t… I just wanted to give you an out.”
“An out? You were the one who left, you said I could stay.”
He sighed. “Not from my apartment, from me.”
You flinched back. “I get it, I understand not wanting some stranger to stick around, I promise in the future you can just tell me that. You didn’t have to lie.”
He groaned. “No, it’s not like that. I like you, I really do. You’re sweet. I thought you’d stick around just to be kind, I didn’t want to make you think you had to stay just because we slept together.”
You started to laugh as soon as he got the words out, unable to control the instinct. He stared at you in clear confusion until you managed to force out the words between giggles. “I was thinking the same thing about you. You know, I was trying so hard to be casual, I guess I fooled you a bit too well. Why would you think I wanted to leave anyway? I was clearly crazy about you. I was there constantly fawning over you and you thought I wanted to leave?”
“It’s not that crazy. I saw how scared you were when you woke up. I know I’m not exactly a convenient person to be around. Plenty of people are attracted to me, sure, it’s cool and sexy to be stuck in the dark like that, but it’s not something people want forever. People try blindfolds on for a fun, kinky night, they don’t do it every day. You can’t hold hands with me on walks, would have to avoid touching me if you wanted to do basically anything. I’ve been here before, the novelty wears off fast and I get left behind with it. Figured it was good to give you an out. And sometimes, maybe, it’s a little easier to leave first. Hurts less that way.”
You froze for a moment, unsure what to say. You leaned forward a bit, half intent on hugging him but as you watched him tense up once again, you leaned back into the counter.
“You know,” you began, choosing your words carefully, “I had the biggest crush on you for ages. It wasn’t just about your quick fingers and card tricks, although I have to admit, they didn’t hurt,” you said with a smile. “I first came there, to see you, because my friend said you were sweet. She said you made sure she felt safe there, that you kept a guy who was bothering her away. But more than that, you made her laugh afterwards, cheered her up. I had no idea how right she was. You always paid attention to me, made me laugh the whole time I lost, and let me hang around after. At first, I thought it was some sort of tactic, a way to get better tips, and I didn’t mind. But you never really seemed to pay that much attention to anyone else and I thought that it was awfully considerate of you to at the very least make sure I didn’t see when you did, to try and make me feel special, because surely that was all it could be. And even that gave me butterflies. You were so sweet and funny, but it couldn’t be anything more than that. So when you decided to take me home last night I was so excited not because it was some fun fantasy, but because it was you, and because you wanted me. You’re not a blindfold, you’re a person. And I can get gloves for walks or you can help guide me or.. I don’t know, I haven’t had much time to think about it, but I’m sure we could figure something out. If you wanted to, that is, I don’t…”
And then his mouth was on yours and the words you’d been saying faded away entirely.
His hand rose to cradle your cheek, holding you close, as he pulled you with him, slowly and steadily leading you somewhere, your mouths never parting.
The two of you fell back onto the couch and you didn’t even flinch at the movement. You trusted him, he wouldn’t let anything happen to you.
In the position you’d fallen into, you were on top of him, pinning him to the back of the couch.
He didn’t seem to mind, two of his tendrils snaking around your hips to pull you even closer, his hips just barely bucking up, begging for friction.
You gave it to him, grinding down on him as his tongue grazed the seam of your lips and you opened them to allow him inside.
He deepened the kiss eagerly, thumb stroking your cheek gently, sinking back into the couch to bring you further over him.
And then you smelled burning.
You pulled away from the kiss, trying to look towards the kitchen before realizing that you couldn’t.
He rose to try and meet your lips once more, tendrils trying to pull you back towards him.
You resisted the urge to give in to him, instead muttering a quiet, “Do you smell that?”
He flew off the couch and was in the kitchen in a second, taking the delicious food that had been basically finished and that you’d barely gotten a taste of off the stove.
He took a quick peek inside and you could tell in an instant that it was ruined as he dropped it into the sink with a sigh.
His hands rose to cover his face as he looked back at you, sitting disheveled on the couch and you swore if he were human, he’d be a bright red right now.
“I just wanted to make you dinner, oh my god,” he said, his voice muffled by his palms. “Some date this is.”
You perked up instantly. “This is a date?”
His fingers shifted open so he could look at you. “Maybe. If that’s alright with you.”
A delighted laugh escaped you, unbidden, before you were throwing yourself at him again, lips crashing together as you pulled his hands away from his face.
He took it in stride, hoisting you up onto the counter, which pulled a surprised little squeak from you.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of your pants, tugging them down impatiently. You lifted yourself a little on the counter to allow him to pull them down, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh as he did.
“At last one of us should get to eat,” he muttered, nipping playfully at your thigh as you giggled, hands falling to tangle themselves in his hair.
It really was a shame, you decided, that you couldn’t admire him like this, between your thighs.
You whined out a quiet “please,” and he buried his face in your core in an instant, wasting no time and mercifully, making you beg no further.
He ate you out like a man starved, hands firmly pressed into your hips, holding you close, keeping you unmoving as you tried to buck into his face.
His tongue was longer than that of any man you’d been with before, snaking inside you before withdrawing so he could suck on your clit dutifully once more.
He didn’t so much as come up to breathe, lapping relentlessly at you. You were sure most of his face was covered with your wetness at this point and he couldn’t seem to care less.
You came like that, on his counter, his mouth working you over tirelessly.
Your back arched, shifting into him even further, practically fucking his face as you came.
Even as you came down from your orgasm he didn’t stop, tongue pressing deep inside of you as you let out whines of overstimulation.
You tugged him back by the hair and didn’t need your vision to be able to imagine the smug little self-satisfied look that was plastered across his face, You’d seen it more than enough times.
You shifted to move off the counter and his hands met your hips, pulling you off and making sure your feet reached the floor safely.
You smiled at him as he led you back towards the couch and you pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
“My turn,” you said, leaning down before a tendril wrapped around your chin and pulled you back up.
“No, stay up here with me.”
You gave him a teasing grin. “Come on. I mean, you were supposed to feed me.
His grip on you remained unrelenting. “Please. I want to kiss you,” he said, his voice softer.
Who were you to deny him that?
Nimble fingers moved down, gentle and careful with you as they pushed inside you, and his lips met yours once more.
He tasted of you, a little sweet, moans escaping him as you licked into his mouth, desperate to feel more of him.
His fingers pulled out of you soon after he’d begun touching you and you couldn’t help but whine in displeasure.
Almost instantly his fingers were replaced by something thicker. He held tight to you as he pressed inside, slowly, until your hips met.
The tendril inside you now, the one that sat right between his legs, refused to stay still, squirming around in your tight heat, pressing against you perfectly, your back arching up at the movements.
He buried his head in your neck, his hands and tendrils alike keeping you close to him, as close together as two beings could be.
“God, you feel so good, so good for me. My perfect girl.”
Your hips bucked up, try to get movement, to get more.
He pressed soft kisses across your face as you hurtled towards a second orgasm, approaching much faster than the first. You were too far gone to kiss him back properly but he didn’t seem to mind.
Everything was messy and disorienting and you couldn’t be more content in it all, gripping onto him, wanting everything he’d give you as long as he’d stay close like this.
You were more than happy to let him do the work, to surrender to the sensations
As his hand absentmindedly stroked your lips, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, you took his fingers in your mouth, sucking on them dutifully, wanting as much of him as you could get.
“If you wanted your mouth filled so badly you can have it, you just have to ask nicely.
You let out a pleading noise. Talking felt impossibly hard, your thoughts moving slowly but desperately towards things that felt much more important than words, reaching for him again.
In a moment, that was no longer an issue, a thick tentacle entering your waiting mouth, pressing down gently on your tongue, almost caressing as your mouth hung open.
You came a second time like that, with one of his tendrils in your mouth as he thrusted in a steady rhythm inside of you.
It was less slow and soft than the last one, hitting you suddenly and quickly, leaving you with nothing to do but hold onto him. You let out a cry and gripped him hard enough to leave bruises on any human as he fucked you through it.
The tendril currently in your mouth squirmed and you could practically feel him trying to keep it from pushing further inside,
You moaned around it, unable to do much more than that as he thrusted hard and unforgiving into you, the rocking of his hips moving you in time with him.
His arms held you as more and more of his tendrils snaked across your body, wanting to touch as much of you as they could, endlessly greedy.
He grunted out the word “close” and as soon as he did, your mouth was suddenly empty again before impatient lips pressed against yours. You swallowed down his moans as he came inside you. His grip on your hips remained tight and you thought it just might leave marks. You hoped it would, wishing you could leave any on him in return.
He pulled out of you with a little hiss and moved to walk away before your hand swiftly reached out, pulling him back toward you as quickly as you could.
“You’re not going anywhere,” you said as you tugged him into a tight embrace.
He chuckled. “As much as I appreciate the sentiment, I should clean us up.”
You leaned back into the couch with a huff before suddenly and without warning, you were being lifted.
You sunk into his embrace, more than happy to be carried around. The sound of a tap turning on came from beside you but you ignored it, leaning into Nocturne’s chest.
And then, unceremoniously, you were dropped onto a familiar, soft bed.
Your vision returned for barely a moment before it was gone again, a warm cloth being stroked across your skin as he sunk into bed beside you, quietly cleaning both of you off as you snuggled into the covers.
He tugged at your shirt and only now did you realize it was still on. It had been all but forgotten during sex but now he pulled it off indignantly, like it was a barrier too much. Like he needed to be able to touch you. He pulled it off with a little of your help, throwing it unceremoniously to the floor and burying his head in your neck.
“No running off tomorrow morning, right?” you asked as your fingers carded through his hair.
“Of course not,” he said, his breath tickling your skin as he spoke. “I think I owe you breakfast.”
You gave a content little hum, hoping breakfast tomorrow was at least a little more successful than dinner had been.
Or maybe, upon reflection, you wouldn’t completely mind a repeat of tonight.
But then, you wouldn’t mind a cozy breakfast either. Wouldn’t mind eating across from him, not touching for a while so you could have the time to admire him. Wouldn’t mind eating in the dark so you could lean against him as you ate.
No, you thought. You wouldn’t mind any of it.
His tendrils snaked around your arms and waist to hold you close, all but trapping you against him, pulling you into a little cocoon of warmth as one grabbed the blankets and tucked them carefully around you.
“Is this okay?”
You nodded, pressing a soft kiss into the closest one.
He let out a quiet groan, the tendril reaching to caress your face.
Amidst the nest of tendrils you found yourselves cuddling inside of, you felt his hand reach for yours, your fingers entwining with his.
“Next time,” he muttered, “I’m going to make you the best dinner you’ve ever eaten, mark my words.”
You felt your heart swell, holding him tighter as he spoke.
Pairing: Shadow Monster x fem!Reader
The shadow monster in your house stalks you for a while now, it knows everything about you - your hunger for intimacy included.
Warnings: A bit of dubcon at the beginning, but nothing too bad. I mean, he is freaky, but he is a shadow apparatus, right?
Wordcount: 1,427
This thing was the prequel
It might be a stretch, to... Come untouched, when he is, well, clearly touching you in SOME WAY, but oh well, it was fun anyway.
It wasn't so bad living with the shadow creature, after all.
It did help you to find the remote control that night.
And that happened a few times again and again. You were trying to find something, and it miraculously just popped up from somewhere. You slowly started to suspect that it put your things away sometimes deliberately, just to please you with its helpfulness once you started searching for your mug, your keys, or your phone, anything really that you used somewhat frequently. Its presence started to annoy you less and less, sometimes even finding some comfort in the fact that you weren't alone.
It really did help cope with that, because in truth, you were very lonely in the last few months. You worked so much that your meetings with your friends were reduced to almost nothing, except for the two nights of sleepover when your friend hung around with you at the beginning of the shadow appearing.
And dating? No chance for that, either.
Sometimes it didn't bother you; you enjoyed the solitude, but on other nights, you felt dreadfully lonely, crying in your bed like a child, thinking about how the bed felt uncomfortably cold and empty. How isolated you felt in your little, dark apartment, on your own.
Or, almost on your own. Because lately, whether you noticed or not, you were never truly alone.
You were spread out on your bed, trying to feel something nice, for once. Hair messy, fingers in your pyjama pants, curling softly around the sensitive bead of nerves between your legs. Truth to be told, it wasn't as good as it could be with someone else, but right now, it was the only way to release some tension. The only way to not feel lonely and pathetic.
At first, you didn't notice it, swirling in the dark, his movements uncomfortable as it watched you, slowly shifting closer, sliding from the corner, to the shadow of your bed. It ducked under it, appearing on the other side of the bed where you faced as you were lying on your bed.
A shadow, a silhouette of a head, peeked at you, and you only noticed it when you opened your eyes just the slightest. Your breath hitched, your hands flinching away from your core, but you didn't turn away or flee; you were just staring into the shadow, and surprisingly, it felt like it was staring right back at you.
"Can you please stop looking at me while I try to... You know..."
It felt weird to ask it to stop... Well, stalking you? Observing you? It was its thing, right? And, it didn't move. Just stayed there, staring at you.
It felt awkward. Your hands slowly withdrew from your pants, and you sighed in frustration. There goes your plant to make yourself feel good.
"Thanks, you ruined it." You growled, getting up from the bed like it wasn't even there.
An irritated hour and a cold shower later, you were in your bed again, but for an entirely different reason this time. You were trying to sleep, trying to forget about the whole day, especially the night.
But someone... Something didn't want to forget it. It couldn't. It was there, from the beginning, when your breathing got heavier, it heard the shuffling sound as your hands wandered beneath your pants, slick noises when your pussy got wet, and oh, how it swirled in that twisted, dark mind ever since.
Feeling restless, he appeared again, crawling out under your bed curiously, almost prowling like a cat, searching for its favorite human.
You were, like before, completely unaware of the apparatus looming over you like a hungry animal. You were on the brink of slumber; you didn't even notice how the blanket slightly shifted.
But once you felt the touch on your inner thigh, your body jolted, your eyes opening wide as you stared at the dark shadow of a person next to your bed. You never see it from so close. Yet, you still didn't see anything. It didn't look like anyone, just a shadow, a mere silhouette of a... A man? Maybe a man, but you weren't sure.
The only thing you were sure of was the familiar pool of heat in your belly as the strange, slight warmth of the touch lingered on your skin. His... This was the first time you thought of him as something more than just a genderless, shapeless shadow.
You stared into the darkest of darkness for a few moments, trying to decide if it's a strange kind of sleep paralysis or some fucked up nightmare.
But then it happened again. You felt the touch, although he didn't move at all; he was just standing there, looking at you. But somehow, you felt the softest touch of fingers on your skin. Beneath the layer of your pants.
Your breathing got heavier again, and for him, it was the clearest indicator. He was doing something right to earn that soft, quiet noise from you.
This wasn't a paralysis. You could move, you knew you could move.
Yet you didn't.
Shock? Fear? Curiosity? ...lust?
You weren't sure, but you didn't move, not when you felt another touch, ghostly fingers tracing your cheek. You didn't feel anything like that in a long, long time.
South, his fingers raked your thigh again, but this time they moved upwards, slowly reaching the hem of your panties.
Maybe you were slowly going insane in your solitude, but without much thinking, you spread your legs a little wider. Like he would need space to move closer. You didn't have time to feel dumb about it, not now, when three fingers pressed down on fabric above your core, an impossibly soft as he moved up to your clit.
You couldn't help but mewl, fingers gripping on your blanket, licking your lips. Maybe it was a dream after all. There was no other sensible explanation of how this could happen to you. But it did, and you decided to go with it.
And he took pride in the fact that you did. The faint touch on your cheek remained, like he was trying to reassure you, knowing very well how confusing the situation was for you. But he had plans to make you forget those worries.
He could slip under your panties, but he didn't, teasing your neglected little clit. It was the first time anyone touched it, other than you, in a long, long time. And it felt incredible. Your body jolted, little bolts of electricity jumped through your veins, and the hot pool in your belly heated up again. Phantoms of fingers pressed down on your clit again, testing how that would make you feel, and as he heard your desperately little noises, he knew he was doing it right.
Braver now, his fingers started to circle around the bead, the soft yet firm touch and fabric of your underwear cupping your clit as they moved made your head spin too. You could already feel your core slickening with arousal, and when you thought the sensation couldn't be any sweeter, he fastened his movement.
A mewl slipped from your lips, your legs spread wider to find a new angle. But then, he suddenly stopped.
You looked up at the shadow, standing there without a sound or the slightest of movement. He gave you the creeps, to be honest, but somehow, in a twisted way, it only just fueled your desire, fogging up your sanity with a thick haze of desire.
Just when you started to get confused, you felt it.
The ghostly fingers touched your clit again, but under your drenched panties this time. It was insane, how the fabric didn't move at all, yet you felt his digits, or well, something that felt like digits, circling your clit relentlessly, even faster now.
You closed your eyes, completely lost in lust now, your whole body felt on fire, and you could feel your peak closing on you. You couldn't even keep your sounds to yourself now; the soft mewls and huffed sighs turned into louder moans.
You came, suddenly, hard, your mind spinning as the white waves of pleasure washed over your body. Your clit was throbbing, panties pathetically wet.
Once your mind stopped spinning, you slowly opened your eyes, and you froze.
He wasn't there.
You slowly sat up, hazy eyes trying to search the room for any sign of him.
