#date everything shadowlord x reader

Shelley

She’d actually be so nervous about bringing up sex for the first few months of your relationship, if you want anything to happen you’re going to be the one that initiates.

She’ll get carried away easily, she really doesn’t know her own strength, which will be really apparent when her strap is deep inside of you and your ass feels like it’s bruising up.

Actually prefers to watch you suck on her strap rather than getting eaten out, it gives her such a rush of heat throughout her entire body as she watches you take her strap all the way down. Doesn’t matter if it’s a strap where she can get some friction or not, the noises you’re making and the way you’re looking at her will make her cum.

Doesn’t matter how much you weigh, doesn’t matter how muscular you are, she will be manhandling you. It turns her on so much when you let out a little sound of surprise as she picks you up and throws you over her shoulder, giving your ass a smack, “You’re comin’ with me, hot stuff.”

She wants to see you cum just from her fingers, no matter if you’re AMAB or AFAB, she’s committed to make you a moaning, drooling mess just from her fingering you. Will talk you through it too, saying things like, “look at you, so close already, just from my fingers”, and, “say it, say that you love this, c’mon.”

When she starts to grope your ass or thighs, not letting go as you’re making out that’s when you know the strap is coming out, and she’s going to fuck your brains out ‘till you pass out, she has insane stamina. Loves to make you moan her own name as she’s fucking into you, her hips stuttering as you cum, crying out her name as she feels herself get even wetter if that was possible. After that one lick to her clit, and she’s cumming on the spot, at least let her cum on your tongue so it won’t be that embarrassing for her.

This woman will sit down and as you get on her lap, you just can’t help your hips as you start to hump her thigh. She’s very turned on by this and discovers that watching you hump her thigh and making yourself cum on her thigh is something she’ll have wet dreams about for months. Moan her name and tell her how good she feels, then she’ll combust on the spot, hugging you by your waist, bringing you flush against her chest as she starts to hump against you too. That’s when she starts to be a whiny mess.

She absolutely gets off on your voice when you’re so close to her ear, and you’re breathlessly moaning her name. Your voice gets her so turned on, so much that she can’t stop the way her body shivers when you moan her name as she’s thrusting into you.

Wants to make you scream so bad, wants the whole house to hear just how good she’s ruining you, how good she’s making you hers as her grip on your thighs tightens, and she starts snapping her hips down into you, her strap reaching even deeper into you. Will not stop fucking you until you at least cry out her name loudly.

Gets so rough when she’s fucking you, she just can’t control herself when you look like a mess like that. Her hand won’t leave your throat as she makes you arch your back into her, using said hand on your throat as an anchor while she’s fucking into you like a woman that wants to make you a dumb, drooling mess on her strap (she does).

Smell really gets her too. Especially after either a good shower, bath or an intense workout session, she just loves any smell that stands out, and it feels like you’re wrapped all around her. Her senses clouded by how good you smell, how hot you look as she’s fingering you, her nose always finds its way to your neck as she gets to smell you and leave a bruising hickey that won’t heal for at least three days. 

Look, for aftercare, she’s stiff. She’s inexperienced, although she fucks really good, she needs a few instructions as to what to do and what you need, but she’s excellent at following orders so she makes up for it. She can get a little awkward after sex, just cuddle up to her and she’ll relax.

Skips/xxXShadowlord420Xxx

This freak will most certainly initiate after like two weeks of being together, if not that, he will pounce when you say want to fuck. He becomes insatiable real quick.

Likes role-play, especially if you take it seriously, might stutter when you’re looking at him like you’re going to eat him up, but he’s trying his best to turn you on as much as you do him.

He says a lot of, “you’re mine”, “mine” and, “only mine” as you’re having sex, especially if he’s close to cumming. He’s possessive, he not only lets you know that with his words, but also by how bruising his grip is on your body. He holds you like you’re going to disappear.

Although he adores you, he loves to have sex in the dark. The suspense of you not knowing where he’s going to touch you next, the small noises you make when he peppers kisses on your thighs out of nowhere when you two first had sex, never leaves his mind.

For fan fiction reasons, I’m going to say his shadow form can interact with you physically. With those long and slender fingers, get ready for the best fingering and/or the best hand job of your life. His tongue would also be freakishly long;

For AMAB, he will not suck you off rather his tongue will be wrapped around your cock stroking you non-stop, the tip of his tongue never leaves the tip of your dick, he’s going to milk you ‘till you’re shooting blanks, until you’re crying and whining your name. The way your voice cracks spurs him on more though…

For AFAB, get ready to feel that tongue in places you didn’t even know were reachable before. His tongue just adds to your wetness, the way his tongue thrusts inside you, you’d think this creature was starving for pussy before meeting you.

For his human-ish form, he loves to watch you bounce on his dick from behind as he’s groping your ass and biting down on your shoulder like he’s claiming you in a way.

If you want to make this man cum so hard he forgets his handle and his own name, tie him up, take his dick in your hands, and while you’re sucking on the tip make sure your hands are busy with his balls. He’ll start to actually cry from the sheer pleasure of it all, he’s going to try to stop himself, but it’s just too much, and he can’t stop his hips from thrusting up as he’s cumming down your throat.

His favorite thing to do, especially when you’re having sex in the dark, is to use the shadows as like a second touch. Instead of just his hands and dick, you’re going to feel five pairs of hands all over your body; some playing with your nipples others teasing your sex, and a pair of them opening your mouth up for you to take another shadow in your mouth which feels exactly like Skips’ dick. Same length, thickness, and same in how much it throbs inside your mouth when you moan around it.

This man loves a good edging session. Especially if you’re on the receiving end, if you tell him you're close suddenly all the shadow hands disappear, and he stops his hips; “if you cum right now, I won’t stop until you cum at least 6 times,” it’s up to you whether that’s a threat, a good time or both.

Whichever gender you identify and present yourself as, if you both have makeup on, especially generally ‘edgy’ makeup, he’s not going to stop fucking your mouth ‘till he sees the lipstick prints on his dick. He also won’t stop fucking you until all of that eyeliner and or mascara is running down your face, you look ruined, and he very much gets off on that.

Anyway, his aftercare is nice! He knows the basics like bring water, clean you up, cuddle; although he is very cold, it helps to ground you back to reality after that most likely hours of sex you two had. Peppers kisses all over your body and calls you his gorgeous penumbra.

Dirk/Clarence

As Dirk, cannot hide the freak that he is, he loves you he loves sex, and he wants you, but Clarence has more decorum about the whole thing.

Remember how Scandelabra says that your clothes have been unusually tighter around your nether regions when you and Clarence got together? Yeah, especially after you just masturbated. This man wants all the juices coming out of you, even Tyrell can’t compete with him in this department, that one minute of you getting up to clean yourself up, and you still have some sort of bottoms on? They will be unusually tighter.

Dirk likes it rough and fast, while Clarence enjoys a slow, passionate love making.

Pull on Dirk's hair as roughly as you can, dig your nails into his scalp, and tell how fucking useless he would be if it wasn’t for his dick as you’re riding him. He will moan and start to beg you to ride him harder, fuck yourself on his dick so good, he can only cum if he’s inside you and only you.

Ride Dirk’s face/fuck his mouth and call him an impatient whore when he cums just from the sensation of your sex in his mouth. Make sure your cum is inside his mouth or down his throat, he’ll make sure to make you suck on his tongue as you’re making out to taste yourself from his tongue.

Bite Dirk’s neck as hard as you can, claw at his back when he’s pounding into you, pull on his hair and bite his bottom lip so hard it starts to bleed, he likes it rough.

Now, for Clarence, he still likes it rough but in a slower way. He’ll press down on your shoulders while fucking you from the back still, but now his thrusts will reach deeper, you’ll get to feel so full because he’s going slow, because he’s letting his dick throb inside you as you moan his name; it’s different but still him.

He gets turned on by corny pickup lines now, if you’re awkwardly trying to turn him on romantically, he’s getting you on all fours and making sure you can’t sit properly for a few days. When you just do your best to show your love, it gets his dick so hard that the only way he can ever get it down is by thrusting it down your throat.

Both versions of him love to watch you touch yourself as he strokes his dick. He’ll match your pace with his own strokes, he won’t ever cum before you do, he’ll tell you to suck on the tip then to “open up,” as he thrusts his dick inside to cum and fill you up properly.

Loves a strip tease, the way your clothes—by extension, him—feel against your skin as you take them off slowly feels like heaven. Drags his cock over your inner thighs, teases your hole by grinding his tip on the entrance but not fully putting it in, it’s his way to tease you back.

A good make out session is the number one way to get him as hard as he possibly can get, get on his lap and tease his half hard dick from under his clothes, and you’ll feel pre-cum leak in no time.

Both versions of him are good at aftercare, although his body is on the thinner side his body is impossibly soft and comfortable as he wraps his arms around you, he’ll kiss your eyelids and tells you how much he loves you as he sees you slowly falling asleep. Overall very good, just remind him to bring water.

Curt & Rod

They usually prefer to have sex with you one on one, but they won’t say no to a threesome every now and then, they find each other attractive too! Plus, now there’s the benefit of fucking you so it won’t get awkward.

Curt loves foreplay, how he feels for the rest of your activities is dependent on it. It's not hard to please him either, you can just sit there and look gorgeous, just be sure to whimper his name as he’s sucking on your bottom lip and his hands are already teasing your clothed sex.

He gets off on you being in control, using his dick for your own pleasure as he just takes it. Pull him close by wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he’s already fucking into you, tell him to go faster, deeper or both, and he’ll do so, snapping his down in the way you told him to, whining every time you tighten around him; leaking pre-cum inside you.

Give him a good blowjob, take him all the way down, massage his thighs, stroke him while you’re sucking on the tip, and he’ll give you the best head of your life. He goes slow, his tongue never in a hurry, pressing down hard, sucking deep- as if he’s really trying to taste every bit of you. His eyes will never break contact with yours while he’s going down on you, too, he gets off on your expressions.

His preferred pace when he’s fucking you is slow, deep, and hard. He loves how you throw your head back with a whine of his name as his tip brushes against that sweet spot inside you again and again. When you let him cum inside, and it overflows from your hole, dripping down to the sheets? It turns him on so much that his pace picks up out of nowhere.

Adores the way you moan his name, he gets so horny just from that, even if he wasn’t close before now he’s cumming on the spot with an embarrassed whine. Whether you exploit that or not is your choice.

For Rod, let him take control and he’s got you.

He thrusts deep and fast, loves to watch your ass bounce off of his hips as he’s thrusting inside you so good, you can feel almost every vein of his dick inside, he gets so deep, he’s also really good at finding the spot that makes you cry out his name while arching your back into him.

Loves giving head more than receiving, the way your thighs clamp up when you’re so close, when you’re so spent that your voice becomes hoarse, the way you can’t help but thrust your hips up when his tongue presses down on your tip/clit, then to suck on it, he just loves it all. Gets off on seeing how much he affects you. 

He’ll look at you like you hung the moon and the stars in the sky while he’s pounding into you, so close to bruising your ass with the pace he’s going at while telling you how gorgeous you look all fucked out like that.

Really tuned in to your emotions, if you for some reason cam’T say what makes you uncomfortable, he’ll notice it anyway and shift to a position that’s comfortable for both of you or adjust his pace.

Gets off on watching your facial expressions, whether that’s when he’s deep inside you, when he’s giving you head or you’re just making out, his dick will always leak pre-cum when he sees how wet your lips are, your half lidded eyes and the way you’re looking at him gets him so worked up.

They love to fuck you at the same time. Rod’s chest pressing up on your back as the back of your knee slung over Curt’s shoulder while he’s holding you up from your thighs and Rod is holding you up with his hands groping your ass, both of their cocks in one of your holes. Rod’s peppering kisses on your nape, Curt’s giving you hickeys as they both settle down to a slow but deep pace while they thrust into you at the same time, all of you whimpering and moaning breathlessly as the tight fit makes the friction inside you and the friction of their dicks grinding against each other overstimulating in the best way possible.

They will kiss above you as Rod’s fucking you and Curt’s dick is in your mouth, just to get themselves even deeper inside you and see how it feels to kiss each other when you're so tight around them with your mouth and your hole.

You're sucking off Curt, sucking on his tip and stroking the rest while on your knees on the bed, Curt’s eating you out/stroking you at the same time. After you both cum, Curt will hold your head/jaw gently to guide you as you suck off Curt next.

They definitely get into a competition over who can make you cum the fastest or make you moan the louder.

Curt making out with you, playing with your sex, his fingers never leaving it while Rod’s fucking you from behind.

Rod, holding you by the hips and guiding you as you fuck into Curt—with strap for AFABs— leaving a trail of kisses and nibbling on your earlobe as Curt’s a whining mess below you, “Look, he’s all cute ‘n obedient for you, work those hips and make him cum, and I’ll fuck you just how you want it, baby.”

He hates you.

That's the last thing your love, Skips, the shadow-lord, ever told you.  The last malicious words, he made it stick to you like glue, and he stood on it. So you honored it. You didn't go to see Skips or well, "Omega", just as he wanted. You didn't go to see him not even after the distance killed you on the inside.

You didn't want to lose your humanity, but you couldn't promise to always be around the way he wanted.

It seemed like a fair and easy decision for him, after all, he was stuck in that little void. All alone. For how long?

Nothing was secure, nothing promised to him.

But still. It hurts.

You wanted a compromise, remind him that you can still visit as a human, but the words didn't articulate that way.

You lay awake, the cat clock beside you ticking while the stir of midnight crickets sang their songs from the windows behind you. It was pitch black in the room, dark enough for you to forget your eyes were open every now and again. Your bed was surprisingly cold, the temperature in the room dull. It was an abnormal night, for such an abnormal day. You were spacing out all day while talking to your "housemates", and it was Tyrell who recommended some good sleep to you.

Yet, you couldn't sleep.

You flop over onto your back and kick the covers off you, hating the cold but you like the subtle pain of goosebumps spreading across you. You felt as if you deserved it. Deserved it? No. It was a misunderstanding.

It was only that.

Without thinking, your voice trails off into the night, "Skips." Your whisper sounds so small in the open air. The fondest twinkle of him crosses your mind, it's him calling you that cute nickname. You chuckle out, "Penumbra."

Your hand ran up to your heart. "He called me penumbra... Skips did," you mumble. You're talking to yourself now, you know you need it. "His penumbra... I've never heard that before. It was so unique. So cute."

Your hands run down to your ribcage shivers dancing down your arms. You laugh bittersweet, "He had cute glowy cheeks and sweet hair. Reminded me of those 2000s emo boys... Just my type." Your heart was racing, remembering those pitch eyes that greeted you in the dark. Remembering those shadowy hands that dusted your figure.

You swallow thickly, the cold forcing you to shake. You were too cold.

But for some reason.

Your hands were beginning to slip below.

"And the way he spoke. It was always," Your breath hitches. Your hands stopped by your belly, but you could feel the slow lull and pulse of your sex. You quietly cry out, arching into the air, feeling the sensation fade into nothing.

"Maybe my body is... Still reacting to you, Skips... Still reacting, everywhere you touched," your hands slide up to your lips, pressing your fingers into the flesh. Your arousal was budding into the air, as you grew more turned on by the second.

And you swear you swear you felt your sex stimulated yet again. You buck and moan, lifting your hips off the bed, the sensation of fire spreading in the nerves of your sex sending electric alerts to your brain. Alerts of confusion, of need. And just as it fades, you fall back. You gasp out, gasping as if your soul was taken from you.

What was going on with you?

You stammer, quickly slipping under the covers, shivering, laying flat on your sides with your arms folded. "I can't... If I masturbate to him, right now... Like this... I'll get hooked. I won't stop-- I won't stop thinking about him... I can't change his mind I have to..."

You trail off as you feel that familiar, odd spark, it stroked you again. Stimulating you, making your body burn, making you moan out as you grip the sheets and arch your back. "Mmggf," you try to stifle your moans, but it's no use.

Force, pressure, it generates between your legs, strong enough to no longer be from some phantom memory. It's strong, intense, stimulating you the way someone would rub your sex- with intent, with incision.

You spread your legs willingly, still resting on your left side as you lift your right leg into the air. The sensation of pressure turned into a hand- one with sharp claws, one that scratched the inside of your thighs as it pawed at your shorts.

"F-fuck-- no way," you groan picking your head up from the pillows, staring at the spot between your legs. It was too dark to see anything, but you could hear the rustling of your shorts as you were stroked dutifully. "B-Betty? Ffuck," you groan out, rocking into the hands.

A misty pressure tickles your ear, "Don't call me that."

Shivers rumbles down your spine.

"You know I'm not Betty," it hissed with anger. Anger of being mistaken, but also laced with prior, hidden malice.

You knew the voice.

Just didn't want it to be true.

What this meant.

Hands slide under your shorts, past your underwear, and phase through the fabric. Pressure greets your hole, and you whimper, needy, frustrated tears already beginning to build in your eyes. "Mmh-gy- no way," you moan blissfully.

"Shadows are all around you. Wearing skimpy underwear like this cast a shadow over your, pretty parts," his voice is angry. For every husky breath, you can tell, he's still angry.

It's not about being mistaken for someone.

A finger slips inside you, or at least what feels like a finger, and it lovingly massages your walls. It's hot and warm, and you slip onto your stomach. Despite this, the finger is still squirming inside, spreading you out invasively. "Aahf- fuck me- fuck me," you whine. Your heart is racing, your sex is leaking. You rise upright on your knees, holding onto your bed frame, facing the curtains, arching almost beautifully for your enemy.

The little finger grows larger, wider, and longer, stretching you out profoundly, taking shape to have a juicy thick head and a handsome girth. You know what this is- whose this belongs to. It's Skip's cock, manifesting in the shadows that hide your walls. Your head is growing heavy, perked ass locked into a trained, needy position. "S-Skips-- baby," you groan.

Hands manifest on your hips-- actual real hands with no doubts about it. The bed creaks beneath you, as a weight joins you by your legs. It's his legs, and with a rumble, you know he's dropped his vengeful ghost act and is truly behind you. Despite all of his manifesting, his hips aren't. They are touching your ass, they are behind you burying his cock into you.

And as you buck back, you don't feel the cushion of his body, but the air. Anger, and frustration, take you in one fell swoop. "Dammit Skips, stop playing with me," you curse. You pull down your shorts aggressively, and luckily, he manifests fully, his hips touching your ass, his cock growing hot, warm- alive. You moan out blissfully, "Yess... yes baby..."

He hisses, and this time his real voice growls out, "I don't ever remember giving you permission to call me that." He says it, but his human fleshy hands are on you, he says that but it's his human voice that reigns behind you. He skips right now, yet he scolds you.

But you're not allowed to speak, as he finally begins to thirst inside you. Your sex squelches and sings out, his thrusts are paced slowly, pushing himself all the way in, loving the way your ass hits his hips and how he fights to pull himself out when he's already so deep. When your walls don't want him to leave.

"Mmff, s'good," Skips moans out.

You mumble out between moans, "You--ff you nnh still m-aad?"

"Of course I am-- you betrayed me-- y-you made your choice," he grunts. He picks up speed, holding your hips as if they were a vice.

"F-forgive me, baby, forgive me," you stammer out.

He moans sharply, sliding hands around your chest and pulling you in close. Your back meets his chest, it's warm, making your heart flutter. He thrusts slowly again as if he's savoring the moment. "What are you looking at," he hisses, grabbing your chin and turning you to face him.

You can make out his features now, he's close, and he hungrily takes your lips. His hands run down and back over your body, touching and groping everything, leaving no stone unturned as he fucks you all slowly.

"S-Shadowlordd," you mewl, shaking in fervent possession.

He pants, eyebrows pinching in frustration. "I also-- ffuck-- never told you to call me that eiither," he grunts. "F-fuck-- fuck you're so hot inside. You're so warm. You're squeezing me so good, pn-- hhmn... Shit."

You squeeze around his pulsating cock.

He gasps sharply. And in a second, hot seed spills inside you. His breath hitches, head leaning desperately against yours as he shoots his loads inside. They spray your walls so lovely, making you stickier, and wetter. He buries himself almost balls deep to deliver his seed, and if he weren't a shadow, you'd think he was trying to breed you.

You laugh, "You can't seem to make up your-- mind Skips. You don't do anything... Nothing but you want it... Nothing except I m-make you feel like you're in heaven... You came so quick... You pent-up?"

He melts into your neck, kissing and sucking the skin. His right hand slides up to barrage your nipple, and his left crawls down, playing with your sex.

"Penumbra," he groans.

Your heart flutters.

"Gonna m-make you cum now, my-- penumbra," he swallows as if he's drooling, his voice turning vulnerable and needy. As if he needs you to cum right now, begging for it with every voice crack. He thrusts again, fucking you like he's making love, all while sucking and kissing your neck.

You jerk and call out, your voice vibrating against walls, stealing the space. You're so loud you don't even know what to do with yourself. Loud as you choke on Skip's name, in harmonic wanton with the sloppy sounds of his cock feeding you. Wanton to the smack off his hips bouncing off your ass, as if his skin and strong bones were giving you a kiss.

And how he played with your sex as if he were mad, fervent, mad, and greedy. Greedy for someone who hated you.

"C-cuh-cumming," you somehow manage out a word.

"Cum- cum- cuum. Cuum penumbra," he's sucking and kissing your earlobe, fucking you stronger, harsher, sloppier with all disregard. He was going to cum again, his voice spiked high.

Your orgasm hit your body like a train, how he forced it out of you with nimble thrusts, milked it out long and tuff with selfish grunts, only to spill hot, fiery seed into you once more. Having it glutinously pour out of you, spilling and dribbling down his heavy balls.

There's no time for anything, as he steals your lips, sucking your tongue, tasting and sculpting your mouth with his own. You break part with a pant, "Souh- needy--" but your words don't matter, as he crashes lips onto you again,　possessive hands locked in place around your body.

He breaks the steamy, needy kiss. He sits back on his ass, holding your hips down on his cock. He groans in your ear, "Ride me like you want it."

A switch flips in you. You're riding him, fucking down onto him at an intense pace. Out the gate you fucking him wild, loving how your body tingled in overstimulation, how together- you made the cold, dull room hot, sweaty- wild. Chasing the feeling of your brain melting away, living for the loud, reassuring moans that drown out Skip's body. Too bad for any objects who wanted good sleep tonight.

You were fucked out of your mind, holding in his cum like a factory, as every thrust felt like a sharp firework until your premature, overstimulation orgasm.

You twitch on his body, falling back against his chest as your toes curl, and drool dribbling out your mouth with a mewl. The lewd face, the sound, you force him into his final orgasm, hearing him grunt out like an animal, draining his balls of all they had.

You sat like that, groaning and grunting at each other, gripping and holding each other, panting, kissing.

"Wanna breed you-- Wanna make you all mine. You're not going away-- y'not leaving me, penumbra. My penumbra," his hands slap your thighs, as you grind down on the warm rod that connected your souls.

"I'm not going anywhere. I don't ever wanna. I'm never leavin'," you mewl.

"But you will. You will in the morning," his chin is against your ear, his lips against your hair.

"And I'll come right back. We'll figure it out together. Only if you trust me, you help me," you butter out. "I love you... Give us another chance?"

He fidgets, he can't resist.

"Alright... Enjoy my mercy. Savor the redemption," he whispers into your ears, seductively holding every letter. He kisses you there hotly, hands finding their way to swirling your nipples.

You ask, "M-more?" He slots in place in front of you.