Your shadow is tired of waiting
fem!reader x male!monster | word count 1575
TW: smut, stalking, squirting, weird c*m
There’s something wrong with your shadow. You noticed it randomly one day. From the corner of your eye, you saw that it messed up, didn’t follow your movements. And you keep noticing it. Split seconds where it moves on its own or doesn’t mirror you. Your friends tell you you’re crazy, but you swear… It feels like someone is watching you. Fuck, maybe you are crazy. Or, maybe it’s just been a long day. You need sleep.
It’s already dark by the time you get home, and all you can think of is crashing into your mattress. The moment you step through your bedroom door, it slams behind you and you scream.
Someone…someone? Yes, someone is here. In your room. The lights are off, it’s too dark to make out the details, but you see a shape in the opposite corner of the room. A tall inky blackness, a void with no reflection, no contrast, is just standing there. You quickly reach for the lightswitch.
You flick them on. There’s nothing there. Jesus fucking Christ, you are crazy. You chuckle to yourself, about to flop into bed, and then you freeze, watching, as your shadow slowly stretches, climbing up the wall to the switch. Flick.
You felt it whisper the words into your ear. You scream and make a break for the door, but a hand jerks you to a stop. Another covers your mouth.
“Please don’t scream when I take this off”, the voice is low and surprisingly calm.
You bite down at the palm, but all it does is make the hand squeeze. It feels inhuman, larger than any person’s and have what feel like claws at the fingertips. You let go, clearly not getting anywhere, and it lets your mouth free.
“What are you?”, you ask quickly.
“I think you know. You’ve been eyeing me all day. I’ve been watching you too for a very, very long time.” It pulls you closer as it speaks, its body surprisingly warm behind you. You stay silent.
“You have no idea how hard it’s been to hide from you. To hide and watch you bring stupid, useless boys home. Selfish boys home,” it’s claws grow and tighten their grip around you. You can feel the anger in its voice, “All they ever did was take and take and take from you! Not one of them ever gave you what you wanted, what you needed.”
It strokes your hair, taking deep breaths, trying to calm down. Its hands and claws shrink as it relaxes. “But I can,” it whispers.
“What do I need?” you scoff.
You wish you could swallow the words back up. It’s silent at first, then lets out a low laugh, laced with sin.
It pushes you face down onto the bed. You flip over quickly. This is finally your chance to catch a look at this thing, except it’s impossible to see. His massive figure stands over you, swallowing any light. You squint your eyes but nothing gets any clearer.
“Don’t worry. I make up for it in personality,” he says, gesturing at his face as he kneels down in front of the bed.
Was that a joke? You feel your face flush.
His hands reach up your skirt. You pull it down. He tsks.
“You’ve been teasing and flashing me with this all day. Just admit it.” His fingers stroke up and down your thighs.
You’re mortified at the thought of your own shadow catching glimpses of your panties. “You’re a fucking pervert.”
“You don’t even know the half of it,” you can hear his grin. He hooks his arms underneath your thighs and drags you to the edge of the bed. “Now lift up your skirt.” You cautiously listen.
He slides a claw under both straps of your panties and cuts them off with a quick ‘snap’, exposing you to him. He claws into you, and starts kissing along your thighs. You feel the texture of his skin changing, shifting between rough and soft, as if he’s trying to hold something back. He bites down, teeth feeling sharper than normal, and you wince.
He loosens up, and keeps kissing down until he reaches your pussy. The first lick of his tongue drags softly through you. You shudder. He groans against it, “You taste just as good as I imagined.” The next one is rougher and rougher until he’s barely containing his arousal.
One hand reaches up to your tits and kneads them in his palm while his thumb rubs over your nipples. You grip onto his arm, feeling the muscles of his forearm flex while he plays with you. You can’t help but get drenched.
He shoves his tongue inside you, wanting to taste it all. It’s long and muscular, licking every ridge like it’s trying to memorize you, and you clench around him, begging to be known. He trades his tongue for two fingers, and they make a sticky noise as they slide into you. You can feel him trying to make them softer for you in an act of self control. He rubs them gently against the roof of your pussy in a ‘come here’ motion. There’s no holding back the moan that escapes from you.
His tongue laps at your clit, and you can feel him pushing you closer to the edge. Your legs tense and your breaths grow sharper. He stays at the pace that you fucking love, and you come around his fingers. You hear him sucking them hungrily after he pulls out.
You’re still panting when he grabs one of your legs and spins you closer to the middle of the bed. The bed creaks and buckles from the size of him as he climbs on. Your heart pounds in your ears.
“Don’t be scared.” You feel the thick head of his dick rub between your folds, teasing your swollen clit. You squirm and spread your legs wider for him, inviting his cock inside you.
“Mmm, no.”, he says nonchalantly. He pulls off of you and gets off the bed, standing next to it.
“Wait. What are you doing?”, you cry out.
“You have to admit it.”, he barks back.
You can’t see, but you can hear his hand stroking his cock. The sound of it fills the room. He strokes from the plump tip all the way down to the base.
The stroking gets wetter, sloppier. He starts to groan. “Fuck, I’m gonna come if I keep going.” His breathing grows harsher.
“Please, don’t!” You can’t control it but you feel like you’re going to cry.
“Say it. Say it or I spill it right here and waste it all!”
You relent. “Please fuck me! I need you inside me!”
He stops and you can feel the smug ass grin he has in his face. “Could you clean this?”, he says cutely, right before shoving his precum soaked fingers in your mouth.
He wastes no time getting back on top of you. He places your legs over his shoulders, gripping your hips tightly as he holds them in the air. “This is just because you said please”, he teases right before he slams into you.
Fuck, he’s hung. Every thrust feels like he’s trying to overcome your anatomy. You moan as he drills into you, and he growls in approval. You feel his cock pushing the skin of your belly. He rubs at the bulge with his thumb. “Ha- look at that baby- might just tear through you,” the words stagger out.
He guides your hips into his length, plunging your pussy with hard thuds that make your ass and tits bounce. Once he decides you’re stretched enough, he picks up the pace.
He loses it as he fucks you. Every moan that comes out of him is gruff and animalistic. It feels like his skin ripples as it fluctuates between textures. He slams you down into him, pushing apart your soft, squishy walls with a squelching noise that just makes him want to drive it deeper.
His giant cock pressing all the right spots, combined with your already pulsing clit makes you grip around him tighter. Fuck. You come again, this time squirting all over his shaft. The sight sends him feral. He’s close. He claws the headboard, still holding you up with his other hand, and groans, “You- want my cum?”
And you do. You cry and tell him how badly you need it, how he knows you so well, better than anyone. He unloads. Deep, forceful pumps of cum shoot so hard inside you they make you cramp. You can feel each hot rope traveling up his shaft with every thrust.
When he’s finished, he pulls out with a “pop” and you feel him spilling out. He lets out an annoyed grunt and flips you to your side. He spoons you, corking you up with his dick for the night, not letting another drop go to waste.
Light pours through the blinds. You don’t remember falling asleep, but when you wake up, you’re the only one in bed. ‘It- it was a dream,’ you think to yourself. You pull off the sheets and gasp. Damp, black stains cover the entire bed and between your legs. From the corner of your eye, you can see your shadow, waving slowly.
