The Shadow Lover

Male Reader x Nonbinary Monster

Your mother gave you some gaudy antique she found while shopping. One of her many splurge purchases she later regretted and was no passing off as a thoughtful gift. You really had no idea what to do with it. It was a large black jar with silver decorations spaced about it. The lid to it was stuck fast and you couldn’t open it. You didn’t think it fit your home at all, nothing a guy like you would have, but to make mom happy you set it up on a shelf in your bedroom.

One night you as you lay down in bed you hear something rattling, looking up from your pillow you hear the rattling but don’t see anything. You try to go back to sleep, but you find the rattling continues on. Any time you get up to investigate it stops. So you lay back down in bed.

This keeps happening over the next few nights. Something rattles and stops as soon as you pay attention to it. After a while it gets old and you investigate it yourself. Thinking perhaps that there is a vent or something behind your bookcase you move everything and search. Just for the night, you leave the bookcase and everything on it stacked and moved away. It could be something with one of your neighbors as well if nothing rattled you’d move your room about.

You’re half asleep and you hear a rattling and then a shatter. Waking up, you see the jar your mother gave you is broken on the floor. You clean up the mess, tying it in a bag and going back to bed.

In the morning you go to get the plastic bag and see if there is any salvaging the pieces, but it’s missing. You find it tossed into the trash can. Thinking perhaps in your irritated, sleep-deprived state you threw it out you set it back on the table and look over the pieces. Only you find it looks like someone took a hammer to it and smashed it to dust. You sigh and throw it away. You set your things back up in your room and take a shower.

As your bathing, you notice the shower curtain move as if someone is pulling it open. Peering out, you don’t see anyway. Strange things like that keep happening throughout the week. The shower curtain opens as you bathe, your towels get moved further away, you blankets feel strangely heavy as you lay down to sleep. It was almost like you had a cat in your house yet…there was no cat to be found.

One night as you’re turning off the lights in your kitchen you see something move from the corner of your eye. It was fast, but you know you saw it. Something dashes across your wall like a ballerina dancing across the stage. Its shape human, but fluid.

You follow where it went, seeing a shadow flicker like a candle’s flame behind your curtains. You chase after it, pushing away the curtains until it leads into your bedroom. You then hear a soft laugh.

“Who’s there?” You snap as your eyes dart around the room.

“Did I scare you?” It whispers, their voice gentle and warm.

You swallow and try to find where it came from. “It doesn’t matter, I want to know what is in my home.”

It sighs softly, “I love when you try to act all big and tough. Makes me feel things.”

You frown, “you’ve been watching me.”

“Well duh,” it snorts. “Of course I’ve been watching you. You’re cute and all. Plus, I’m getting used to mortals again.”

“Again?” You query.

It sighs, the curtains shifting. “That fucking jar,” it says. “I’ve been trapped in there for longer than I can even recall. When I felt myself move, I had a little hope. Thank goodness you took me off that shelf. You had that jar wedged in there. I was finally able to free myself.”

“You smashed the urn,” you nod gently.

“Mm,” they hum and you feel something soft against the back of your neck. “Now that you know that I’m here, do you want me to go?”

“Not sure,” you reply. “I still don’t know what you are. You’re not going to kill me are you?”

It laughs and giggles, sounding like the rustling of leaves in the wind. “Certainly not. I won’t eat you either, and I promise not to torment you too much.”

“Then why were you sealed away?”

“Jealousy,” it sniffs. “I don’t really want to talk about it.”

After a hashing out of rules, including to leave you alone in the bathroom and to let you have your privacy. You would allow it to stay as long as it didn’t cross any lines. They agreed happily. They in fact even helped you keep the place clean, which was something you had been letting slip lately.

It was also nice having someone to talk to. You both had deep conversations and arguments. They were curious about the world so you showed them movies and television shows. They were partial to romance, something you didn’t really care for but you indulged them.

“What’s with the DVD hidden in the bottom drawer under the magazines?” It asks you one day.

You feel your cheeks burn and you cough, “what DVD?” You know what DVD they’re talking about.

It giggles, “the one with the naked women,” they sound like they are purring directly into your ear.

“It isn’t mine,” you try to pass it off. “My brother gave them out as joke gifts during his bachelor party.”

“Ah,” it breathes. “I suppose you wouldn’t need it when you have so many saved on your laptop.”

“I told you to let me have my privacy!” You snap.

“I found those before I agreed to that whole thing,” they reply. “I never watched anything, but could we?”

You feel your cheeks grow hot, “I don’t think you’d enjoy such a thing.”

“Oh?” It murmurs, close again to your ear. “Why not?”

“I’d rather watch other things with you,” you admit. “I don’t think watching porn with you would help anything.”

“You don’t think so?” It quips. “Well, whatever,” it laughs. “Then what would you like to watch with me?”

Relieved you settle back in, selecting another movie and hoping the issue is forgotten. You bid them good night and god to bed. As you’re getting settled under the sheets you feel that heavy weight again. You look up, in the darkness of your room you see a shadow sitting on your bed. You hear them sigh softly and feel their soft touch on your face.

“Ssshh,” they whisper to you and push you back down into the bed. “I have a secret.”

“What?” You swallow.

It pushes away the blankets and sheets and tugs down your boxers. Your lower half becomes engulfed in inky blackness and you feel something warm and wet around your cock. You moan and jerk, back arching as they suck upon you and moan against you.

“What are you doing?”

They pull up and pant, “do you not enjoy it?” They ask.

“It’s not that,” you grunt as they continue to stroke you. “I just…want to know why.”

“Mm,” it purrs, kissing up your chest and nibbling your neck. The soft shadow kisses your lips and licks over them. You reach up, holding it and kissing back as they press closer to you. You can feel something, and yet it feels like you’re holding nothing.

“Can’t you tell?” They whimper. “I was so lonely for so long and then you let me into your home, your life, you’ve shown me such kindness.”

“I…” you grunt again as they stroke you more, “I only did what I should.”

They kiss you again, sucking your tongue and then kissing down your neck and taking you into their mouth again, sucking and lapping over you before pulling up. “Touch me too, please,” they crawl up on you, sitting over your face.

You reach up, clutching their hips and tasting something. You feel slickness and you lap your tongue over it. Their soft voice purrs and mewls.

“It has been so long,” they moan, thrilled and lustful. “You feel so good.”

You lick more and suck, their wetness warm along your tongue as you push inside them. They cry out and clench around your face, rubbing themself against you until you feel then tighten and their liquid splash against your face. It’s warm and creamy against your skin.

They fall against your chest panting hard and then giggling. “I really need that!” They slip down and bend over the footboard of your bed. “Come here,” the beckon with a purr.

You come close, feeling their shadows wrap around your thighs and move you into place. You feel their heat against your length and then they slowly ease back onto you and they shudder.

“You feel so good!” They squeal excitedly.

“Wow,” you pant as you slowly move your hips, getting used to the sensation. It feels tight and warm inside. You feel it stretch around you and throb. Their pleasured sounds drive you on, moving faster and harder until their wailing out, the creamy ooze they released on your face squirting along your cock and dripping down your thighs.

“Please, don’t stop, keep going.” They moan needily.

You grab their shoulder, “I want to face you,” you pant, “when I cum.”

“What?” They coo, “you want to see me?”

“Please,” you beg.

They pull away and lay on their back, opening up and guiding you in place again. They wrap their shadows around your neck and you kiss them as you push back inside. They moan and whimper into your mouth, gasping in elation as you hit deep inside them and feel them tremble.

“Cum inside me,” they beg and plead. “I want to feel you inside!”

You kiss them again and grunt, “anything for you,” you moan.

It giggles, kissing and purring. “I can feel that you’re close,” it pants.

You grunt and moan, burying your face against their chest and groaning as your cock throbs and releases, gushing inside it.

It gasps softly and pets the back of your head, holding you inside tightly. “I want more,” they growl into your ear. You then feel them push you down into the bed. They’re wet tongue lapping up your thigh and rear. They kiss and pet, their tongue circling around your pucker.

“Wait,” you’re still weak to fight, but it feels so good.

Their tongue pushes inside you and then it is replaced by what feels like a finger. Something feels warm and slick and they start moving their finger then replacing it with something thicker and longer. You’re moaning, lifting your hips and rutting against their touch.

“Like it?” They ask. “Do you mind if I cum inside you know?”

You grunt but nod, lifting more for them. You feel them touch you and place themself between your thighs. Something thick presses at your pucker, stretching you open and stuffing you. You moan longly, whimpering into the pillows.

“Ah,” they sigh, relieved. “This has been building up,” they rub your back and then grip onto your hips, moving slowly as they savored the sensation of being inside you. You feel them stroking your cock, bringing it back to life with their touch and slow thrusts.

You’re moaning into the pillows, gripping your fists into the sheets as your desire builds and swells again. Their panting and moaning above you signals a gush of that warm cream deep inside you. Their hips move faster, your ass slapping against their hips as they pick up speed. They thrust harder, pushing deep inside and swelling fatter inside.

You wail out, arching your back and screaming for them.

“Do I feel good?” They ask. “Because you feel so good,” they whimper, gushing inside you again and stuffing you tight. You feel your belly swell slightly as they keep releasing inside you.

“Yes,” you moan, “you feel good.”

They kiss your neck and shoulder. “Let’s cum together,” they purr. Their shadows stroking you faster and squeezing until your cum gushes over the soft tendrils. You feel them release again inside you, your belly feeling full and tight, a noticeable bulge.

They pull out and snuggle against your chest, tucking you both in and sighing happily. “Much better,” they coo, kissing your neck and chest.

You kiss their lips softly, kissing what you could touch until they were sighing softly.

“I can’t wait to spend another day with you,” you say. “I can’t wait to see you and hold you.”

“Really?”It sputters. “You really want that?”

You nod, kissing more, “you’ve become so important to me. I can’t imagine living without you.”

It sniffles softly, “me too,” it kisses you and you feel its tears. “Please, let me stay with you.”

You nod, holding it lovingly, “always. I promise.”