Content Tags: creepy, dubcon, fingers in mouth

Only in this dream is it cold. That’s how he knows he’s in that place, where there’s no wind, endless dark, and the ground is damp and sticky against his bare legs.

And like always, it starts at the back of his neck—a chill on his skin, making him shiver as invisible fingers cup his throat and feel along his jaw. He doesn’t mind this part so much; once it creeped him out, but the touch has become familiar, the way it taps against his l...