Lizzie, Joel and Smallishlady/Shadowbaby or whatever we're calling the little squirt!!!

The little creatures making me question my deep fear of infants, which is impressive to be honest! 🩷💚

Kinktober 2024: Tentacle

Shadows x Reader

word count: 1500

cw: waking up to sexy shadows, shadow smut, sex, oral, restraints, confused reader, is that all?

"Hmm?"

A soft murmur escaped your lips as the warmth of the blankets seemed to shift, almost as if responding to the quiet, unconscious sounds you made.

You rolled over, lost in a world of dreams where the lines of reality blurred with the pages of the smutty book you'd read before drifting off to sleep.

Your cheeks flushed, the vivid images playing out in your mind like a steamy movie on repeat.

The darkness of your room remained unchanged, a gentle reminder that it was still night. You felt a light breeze brush against your face, the curtains fluttering slightly with the gust.

It was an unusual sensation, but the heat of the dream made the coolness welcome. Your eyes remained closed, and you let out another breathy moan, lost in the fantasy unfolding in your thoughts.

The shadows along the wall grew more pronounced, their edges sharper that before.

They began to move, slithering like serpents across the floor and up the bedposts.

The sensation grew stronger, the air around you seemingly thickening with curiosity.

As your breaths grew shallower and the heat between your legs grew more intense, the shadows grew bolder.

They began to coalesce, forming tendrils that ghosted over your bare skin, sending a shiver of something otherworldly down your spine.

Your eyes remained closed, but your body grew tense with anticipation as the dream took on a life of its own.

The shadows grew thicker, more substantial, and the warmth you'd felt earlier grew into something more. The tendrils grew more daring, tracing the line of your neck and collarbone before moving lower, over the swell of your breasts.

Each touch was feather-light, but the sensation was profound, setting your nerves alight with a need you hadn't known could exist outside of the pages of your favorite books.

They paused for a moment, as if listening to the rhythm of your breaths, the silent music of your dream-induced pleasure.

Your skin prickled with anticipation, your body arching into the caress that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once.

It was as if the very essence of the night had taken an interest in your nocturnal whispers.

One tendril sliped under the hem of your shirt to graze the sensitive skin of your stomach.

You gasped, the sensation shocking you into a state of half-awareness. Your eyes snapped open, but the room remained shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the sliver of moon peeking through the curtains.

As the tendril traveled lower, your mind raced, trying to make sense of the phantom touch.

It reached the apex of your thighs, and you bit your lip to stifle a cry.

The touch grew firmer, insistent, and you realized with a jolt that it wasn't just your imagination playing tricks on you. The shadow was exploring you, and the sensation was exquisite.

You felt a second tendril wrap around your wrist, gently but firmly pinning it to the mattress.

Panic began to set in, but the shadows seemed to sense your fear and retreated slightly, as if giving you time to process what was happening. You stared into the darkness, your eyes straining to see the form of the creature that had invaded your space.

With a deep breath, you made a decision. You would not fight this strange, seductive presence.

You allowed your body to relax, your legs to fall apart slightly, granting the shadows more access to the most intimate parts of yourself. The air grew warmer, the tendrils grew more eager, and you felt a sense of...rightness.

This was what you'd been craving, what you'd been dreaming of, and somehow, it had found its way into your reality.

The shadowy fingers grew more adept, skimming over your skin like a lover's touch, teasing and tantalizing. They slid down the curve of your belly, tracing the waistband of your pants before dipping underneath.

Your breath hitched as the fabric was pushed aside, revealing your slick pussy to the cool air. You felt a strange thrill as the shadows touched you, a mix of excitement and trepidation that only served to heighten your arousal.

The first tendril delicately parted your folds, exploring the softness of your sex with a gentle curiosity. It glided over your clit, and your hips bucked in response, seeking more of the tantalizing touch.

A soft groan slipped from your lips, and the shadows seemed to pulse with excitement.

They grew more insistent, the second tendril now curling around your other wrist, holding you in place without pain, but with an unmistakable firmness.

The third tendril emerged from the darkness, sliding up your torso to cup one of your breasts.

The touch was surprisingly warm, the shadow's essence seeming to soak into your skin as it rolled your nipple between its ethereal fingers.

The sensation was strange yet incredibly erotic, and you felt your peak approaching, the coil of pleasure in your belly tightening with every stroke of the shadow's touch.

The tendrils between your legs grew more insistent, the first one delving into the slick warmth of your pussy, while another circled your clit with maddening precision. You could feel the shadow's power thrumming through them, a deep, primal force that resonated with your own building climax.

Your breaths grew ragged, your body writhing against the restraint of the shadow's grip on your wrists.

A fourth tendril slithered up the length of your body, and you felt it hover over your mouth.

You opened your lips instinctively, welcoming the taste of night and desire.

It slid inside, and you sucked greedily, the sensation of the cool, silken shadow coiling around your tongue sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

You moaned, the sound muffled by the presence in your mouth, your hips moving in time with the rhythm of the shadow's strokes.

The tendrils worked in harmony, the one inside you stretching and filling you in a way that no lover ever could, while the others continued their sweet torture of your clit and breasts. Your body was a symphony of sensation, each touch resonating through you like the pluck of a finely tuned string.

The shadow coiled around your wrists tightened slightly, a silent command that sent a shiver down your spine.

You obeyed, arching your back and baring yourself to the night.

The tendril in your mouth retreated, allowing you to gasp for breath, only to be replaced by a fifth, which traced your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of cold fire in its wake.

The pressure built, and you knew you were close to shattering, the orgasm threatening to overwhelm you like a wave of pure ecstasy.

The shadow inside you began to move faster, the sensation of fullness growing more intense with each thrust. You could feel the shadows outside your body responding, their movements growing more frenzied as they mirrored the rhythm of the one within you.

Your eyes rolled back in your head, and a keening wail of pleasure tore from your throat as the climax crested.

Your body convulsed, muscles tightening around the shadows that held you in their thrall.

The shadows seemed to feed on your release, their movements growing more erratic and powerful as the waves of pleasure crashed over you.

The one at your mouth moved to your ear, whispering dark secrets that sent chills racing down your spine and made your toes curl in ecstasy.

The tendrils within you grew thicker, stretching and filling you in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. You could feel the shadow's essence pulsing in time with your heartbeat, a silent declaration of ownership.

As the last of your climax subsided, the shadows retreated slightly, allowing you to catch your breath. But they didn't release you entirely.

"We'll be back," the shadow whispered into your ear.

The words sent a thrill down your spine, a promise that was both exciting and unsettling.

You nodded, your body still trembling from the intensity of the experience. The shadows retreated fully, dissolving into the darkness from which they'd come.

You lay there for a moment, panting and disoriented, your mind struggling to process what had just happened. The shadows had vanished, leaving only the lingering heat between your legs and the feeling of their grip on your wrists.

You looked around the room, the moonlight casting everything in a silvery glow, but there was no sign of your nocturnal visitor.

With a heavy sigh, you close your eyes, willing your racing heart to calm.

The tendrils of sleep began to weave their way through your thoughts again, the remnants of your dream clinging to your consciousness like the last notes of a haunting melody.

As your breaths grew steadier, you found yourself slipping back into the welcoming embrace of slumber, the shadow's parting words echoing in your mind.

I'm behind but should get able to catch up in the next few days. Thank you drafts

I'm not the only one, right? RIGHT?

Spoilers, profanity, Jaime x Brienne. Game of Thrones. A Song of Ice and Fire. ACoK Davos II

Close the Door and Come Here - 421: ACoK Davos II