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Why the fuck are these reyge yandere fics orphaned. Where did they all go. And I’m cooking up a concept where Sage gets to fuck Reyna over for once like how is this career monk getting so discombobulated from less than TWO minutes of exposure to a horny domme like girl STAND TF UP!

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/28978581 why the fuck is this incomplete and orphaned I’ll end it fr

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I actually retract my snide comment about viper. I would. I WOULD.

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Hidden Distractions

Pairing: Demon!Shalom x Fem!Reader

Rating: E

Content Tags: Office Sex, Desk Sex, Semi-public Sex, Magical Collar, Spanking, Creampie, Dom!Shalom, Sub!Reader, Shapeshifting, Tail Being Used as a Restraint, Shalom Shifts On Something Hot and Hard for Reader? I don't know how to fucking tag things...

Summary: You're having a bad day. Shalom helps take your mind off things.

Note: This is something inspired by @sinful-lanterns's Demon AU. I vaguely said I was gonna write some office smut featuring Shalom and Reader in this last post I made, so I figured I'd make due with that promise. 😏

Additional Note: Edited as of 3/16/25. This fic is now available on AO3!

You bite your lip as you pinch the bridge of your nose, feeling as if a vise has clamped itself around your skull.

Your headache has been building all morning with the constant parade of people rotating in and out of your office. With the rest of your family dead, their respective contacts have been looking to curry favor with you. You have full control of your House's finances now after all; they likely don't want to lose access to the fountain of wealth that had previously been supplied to them by your relatives.

But that's the problem, isn't it?

If your family had employed them, how trustworthy were they?

Not very, you decide bitterly as you wander over to the fireplace, hoping the hearth's warmth would help ease some of the tension radiating from the back of your neck. You undo the buttons on the high-necked collar of your dress. Then, you turn your body to look over your shoulder at the mirror hanging above the mantle. With the fabric now hanging loosely around your shoulders, you can see the various bite marks adorning your skin, evidence of your demons' devotion to you. Still, you can't help but notice that one was more faded than the others from where it sat high on the back of your neck.

Shalom still hasn't returned from overseeing her various business ventures—the same ones that had earned her a lucrative amount of wealth over several centuries.

While Langley can conduct her own matters well enough from the privacy of your estate, there are rare occasions where Shalom's "human" persona required her to be present among her mortal underlings in order to protect her assets. While you understand the reasons why she's gone, that still doesn't stop you from missing her...

You see a faint outline of magical energy encircling your neck then—not unlike a collar in its appearance. It conjures itself when you think too strongly about any of your demons. When you had consummated the pact with them, this had been their gift to you in return. That you wear it is a promise of both their power and protection, but it serves another purpose: they can be summoned to your side with a mere call of their name.

As if following your line of thought, you can now see a familiar symbol forming on the back of your magical brand—a triangle that burns bright magenta against the reflection of the mirror. It is unique to only one demon in all of hell's realms, but can you really be so selfish as to bother her?

Then again, had your demons not always told you they were bound to serve you and your needs? With your self-control quickly slipping, your lips part to utter one name in your otherwise silent office.

"Shalom."

"Yes?"

Your head swivels forward at the voice that is not your own, and you find Shalom reclined in regal repose behind your desk in all her demonic splendor. There's a subtle smile pulling at her lips, indicating she is pleased by your summons.

"I almost believed I'd done something to earn your ire," she teases lightly. "Surely, it must have been a grave offense indeed for you not to call me to your side until now, but I can see our dear mistress missed me after all."

"Of course I did." You duck your head, blushing at the admission, which only causes her smile to widen.

"Then come regale me with all you've done in my absence," she says, offering a hand with which to beckon you towards her.

In little time at all, you find yourself seated in Shalom's lap, informing her of the going-ons across the estate, the amusing squabbles between the angels and Shalom's fellow demonkin, the latest gossip around town regarding you, and—inevitably—the amount of people whom have sought an audience with you the past few weeks. Save for the royal family, you are now the head of the most prominent noble household in all of Dis. So many seek to ride the coattails of your sudden rise to power, but you know these same people had done nothing to aid you when you'd merely been a pariah of your bloodline.

You exhale in frustration after you finish your tirade, and you don't put up so much as a fuss as she draws you in to rest your head against her shoulder. While talking about your more recent woes has done wonders in easing your stress, being close to Shalom like this also just never fails to relax you. She smells so nice too.

Like with your other demons, Shalom carries the heat of hell with her along with the scent of brimstone. Each one of them still has an aroma that is uniquely theirs though. Shalom has a subtle floral undertone to hers.

She had once taken you to a field filled with rare blue crystal flowers—one of her favored relaxation spots apparently. She had humored you graciously when you'd constructed a flower crown for her. For your efforts, she had rewarded you by bedding you in that very same field. You could remember the way the petals had brushed against your skin—their scent and Shalom's own lingering within your nose—as she languidly pumped her cock into you, drawing climax after climax out of you beneath the moonlight.

The memory of that night never fails to excite you, and you try to hide your arousal by brushing you thighs together, but a demon's senses are ever keen. You flush with sudden embarrassment and desire when you feel something hard begin to rise against your bottom.

You rush to apologize. "Shalom, I'm—"

"You seem to be in need of a distraction after the eventful day you've had," she remarks, which has you looking up to see amusement filling that otherworldly gaze. She tilts her head curiously. "Am I wrong to assume so?"

You bite your lip, shaking your head bashfully, and that's enough to draw a fanged smile from her.

"Up, darling pet," comes the quiet but firm command.

You hurry to obey, and your feet almost tangle in the length of your dress in your rush, but Shalom rights you with ease. Her hands settle on your hips before guiding you to face your desk. You can still feel the heat of her body as she stands behind you. Her thumbs slowly caress the dip of your waist, and you sigh contentedly for a moment before you're startled out of your thoughts when you hear and feel the fabric there being clawed apart and ripped open.

"S-shalom!"

"You know as well as I do that Garofano can easily mend your clothing," she remarks placidly, laving her tongue against the mark on the back of your neck—her mark. As close as you are to her, you can feel the faint purr she emits, vibrating through your very bones. "I've been away from you far too long, and I desire a gift for my patience."

She nudges your legs apart with her own, and with the lower half of your dress ripped open, you're left bare and vulnerable. An arm wraps itself around your waist as her other hand sneaks further down. Clawed fingers deftly pull back the hood of your clit, and your breath hitches when you feel it twitching against the air of the office. You squirm against the demon's touch, wanting to thrust your hips forward in search of relief, but her hold on you is secure. You suppress a small sob when Shalom continues teasing you, using the pad of a finger to tortuously rub a slow, delicate circle around your nub.

Her touch is far too light to bring any amount of satisfaction to you, and she knows it.

Tears of frustration gather in your eyes as you let your head fall back against her shoulder, panting hard. After some time, she then spreads apart your folds, and you don't need to look down to know that you're absolutely dripping with want.

"Will you grant me this?" she asks, turning her head to whisper sinfully into your ear. As if you would ever deny her. "Will you grant me what we both desire?"

Your tongue feels like it's too big for your mouth, so all you can do is nod frantically. With her hands on your thighs, she helps you up onto your desk so that you're kneeling upon it. You're confused by this positioning, but you have no time to question it when you feel the clawed hand between your shoulder blades. It coaxes you forward until your upper body is completely pressed against the wood grain while your hips remain in the air, knees splayed apart. You hear Shalom's satisfied hum behind you as she runs her hands slowly across your bottom. She keeps you like that even as you breathe heavily with lust.

Seconds pass and soon minutes, but the demon seems determined to torture you even more when she makes no further move to touch you. Against your better judgment, you whine and shake your hips, trying to entice her, but you feel the consequences of your actions immediately. She holds you in place with barely any effort as her claws threaten to dig into your flesh with her disapproval.

"Pet, that is no way for you to behave," she berates, and you almost cry at that scolding tone. "You were doing so well. Don't you wish to be good for me?"

"Yes! Yes, please! I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!" you beg even as your words tumble over one another. "I'll be good! Just please—"

You nearly fall off your desk—jolting in place—upon feeling the tip of a hot tongue lapping over your clit. The warmth of your office almost feels too cold in comparison, and the swollen nub throbs incessantly, as if begging for Shalom to bathe it in heat again. You're thoroughly embarrassed when that earns you a titter of laughter.

"You really are quite lovely, pet." She pats your flank like one would a prized mare. "Perhaps the others would argue I'm being far too lenient with you, but I have all the time in the world to train you, don't I? For now..." You gasp when you feel her thumbs spread apart your folds again, revealing you intimately beneath her gaze. "I shouldn't let this all go to waste."

By this, you're certain she means the slick that practically drips out of you. After all that teasing and torture earlier, you can't help it any more than you can help the moan that escapes you when she blows gently across your cunt. To make matters worse, the spade-shaped tip of her tail intermittently slaps itself across your exposed clit, timed perfectly with the spanks across your bottom. You have to raise yourself onto your elbows to gain any measure of stability.

You were already so wet before, but now your arousal coats your inner thighs and spills in strands from your pussy. As you let your head fall between your elbows, your face burns upon seeing the small puddle of your desire already forming on the surface of your desk. Shalom doesn't seem the least bit bothered by it. Instead, she swipes her fingers through the mess and uses it to coat her impressive shaft, mixing with the precum already leaking from its tip.

At last, she guides you off the desk so that your feet are resting on the floor again, but you're still left bent over the wooden surface and under Shalom's mercy. The head of her cock brushes against your folds a few times, seemingly testing how your body yields for her. After a time, she presses her hips forwards, and there's a moment where the muscles of your entrance tighten reflexively against the building pressure. Ever the patient predator, Shalom waits, perfectly poised above you, and she's rewarded when you relax around her, allowing the thick tip to finally slip inside.

The heat of demon dick isn't necessarily a new sensation for you, but considering how long Shalom's been away, you'd almost forgotten how big she is. You feel the way your inner walls seem to mold themselves around her. Even with her absence, however, Shalom seems in no rush to thoroughly claim you as she rotates her hips incrementally, taking her time to work herself into you bit by bit. Your arousal and her growing precum make quick work in getting Shalom to hilt herself fully inside you, but it's the way the length of her cock catches against your clit on a backstroke that has you moaning loudly.

Of course, that's also the moment where you hear footsteps walking past your office doors. Mortified, you clap your hands over your mouth to stifle any further outbursts.

Shalom will not have it though.

"No, no, pet." She leans over you to grasp your hands with her own, pulling both of them towards the small of your back. Her tail then coils itself around your wrists, holding them in place there. "I want to hear you," she says, rocking her hips forward with such exquisite force that you can't help the keening wail of pleasure that follows. You can see her smirk as she looms over you just as clearly as that glowing, triangular mark over her right eye. While there isn't much of a height difference between you two, she seems even bigger with the way her wings have flared out behind her. "And I'm sure the other residents of the estate do as well. You do sound so pretty after all..."

Shalom shifts her grip on you then, resting a hand on one of your shoulders while the other presses against the side of your hip. She uses both for leverage behind her unrelenting thrusts. You hear the way your flesh slaps together against hers, forcing out a string of vulgar moans from you that seem more fit for a brothel than a noble lady like yourself. That seems to be what Shalom wants though. A sigh of bliss escapes her as she peppers kisses across your shoulders.

"I've missed this," she admits, pistoning into you tirelessly as she moves up your body to lick at the back of your neck—right over where she left her bite scar. "Now then, pet, thoroughly welcome me home..."

That's all the warning she gives before she places her fangs directly over the indentation marks, and your body suddenly seizes from the climax that washes over you. There's a groan behind you when your spasming walls triggers Shalom's own release, sending waves of hot seed deep inside you. Even as your eyes roll into the back of your head though, you can't help but notice the lack of stinging that accompanies any of your demons freshening up one of their marks.

If anything, you hear a grotesque snap behind you instead.

As you come down from the throes of your orgasm, you turn your head so that your cheek can rest against the cool surface of your desk. You find that Shalom has tilted her head, twisting it at an unnatural angle as her gaze seems to fix itself beyond the walls of your office.

Listening.

Tracking.

Hunting.

Then, she emits a subvocal growl that never fails to make you shiver with pleasure. There's danger in the sound, yes, but it's not directed at you. Rather, it is for you. As is often the case with demons, they are remarkably territorial with anything they claim as theirs...

Your world shifts abruptly as you're pulled upright from your desk. There's another whir of movement, and it takes a moment for you to realize that Shalom has released your wrists and now has you sitting atop her lap.

...where you're still impaled on her dick.

You barely stop yourself from jumping as the double doors to your office burst open, revealing a portly noble—one who had been persistently trying to petition a marriage between you and his eldest son—as well as Rahu.

"I will not continue to be ignored in this manner!" the noble bellows, already annoyed with how Rahu has been hounding his footsteps. "I've waited long enough for an audience with Lady—"

He stops immediately when his beady eyes turn towards you, and with alarm, you quickly look down to assess your current state.

It seems that when Shalom had repositioned you, she'd also buttoned up the front of your dress again, leaving your modesty in tact. The bottom half of your dress remains shredded to pieces, of course, but the height of your desk easily conceals anything below your chest.

So long as your unexpected guest doesn't wander any closer of course.

He seems confused, perhaps pondering the intimate distance between you and Shalom. Rahu, on the other hand, only offers a neutral expression as she stares at the rude noble, but as her gaze wanders over to you, you can't miss how the demon's nostrils subtly flare while her eyes briefly shift to their demonic, slitted appearance. With her heightened senses, you have no doubt Rahu knows what's going on. Your blush may permanently stain your face at this point.

"Is everything alright?" the noble asks, still somewhat bewildered.

"Yes!" you squeak out, but Shalom offers a calmer response.

"But of course, your lordship."

You glance behind you to see that Shalom has shifted back to her human appearance. Gone are her horns, wings, and her signature marked eye although her shaft still remains inside you. Her expression is professional and polite, never hinting at how she's still spilling thick ropes of cum deep inside you. Your guest isn't quite convinced at her answer though, frowning.

"Are you certain? Her Ladyship seems rather... flushed."

You part your lips to speak again only to close them abruptly at the touch to your clit.

You look down to see that Shalom hadn't bothered to shift away her tail. She’s using the spade tip to draw lazy circles around your engorged nub, which she keeps exposed with two of her fingers. It allows her tail more surface area with which to toy with you. With every caress, you can’t help but clench around her shaft in response, milking more of her cum into you. Once again, you're thankful the height of your desk is obscuring everything even as you're struggling not to moan. You have to press a hand over your face to help hide it even as Shalom continues speaking behind you.

"Ah. I fear she may be coming down with a cold," she explains, gently patting one of your burning cheeks—the color of them having nothing to do with any illness whatsoever! "She's been so attentive in her role as the new head of the household. I daresay she's hardly had time to rest since then. Why, I'm told she's already been fielding quite a number of visitors since this morning even with her current state."

"Oh! I see." Something akin to guilt settles across the noble's bloated features then. He clears his throat. "I... suppose we can postpone a meeting until you're well, Your Ladyship?"

With effort, especially with Shalom's continued ministrations between your legs, you reply. "I'll personally see that one of my attendants delivers a letter to your household once I'm ready to receive an audience again."

With that, Rahu escorts the man out of your office, closing the doors behind them. You can once again relax although that reprieve is brief at best when Shalom casually presses a hand against your stomach. Your belly feels a bit taut beneath your dress with how much cum Shalom has filled you with. A demon's endurance is a powerful thing indeed. Looking down, you can see how some of her seed has spilled out even with the girth of her cock providing a pleasant plug.

"Was this to your satisfaction, dear mistress mine?"

"Yes." You release a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Shalom."

"I aim to please." She presses a kiss against the side of your head. "Now then, shall we call Rahu back in before your more angelic guests also think to stop by unannounced? I can lay you across your desk again, far enough to where your head can overhang the edge of it." She grinds her hips into you, causing you to gasp. "I can take you from behind again while she helps herself to your mouth." Shalom places her hand directly over your womb. "After all, there's only so much teasing she can take before she hunts you down in your own halls and breeds you to her own satisfaction... but perhaps you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

You don't need to turn your head to see Shalom's devilish smirk when you tighten unconsciously around her cock at the thought.

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The women of valorant are my type. Do I play that? No. Have I thought about eating Reyna out on my knees like an overeager dog? Yes

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you 🤝 me

being asians whose ancestors would kill them for partaking in japanese culture

Japan haters united (but yes I WILL watch anime & read toxic yuri manga!!!)

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♡ GUNBURED x SISTERS ♡

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I am obsessed with terrarium videos on yt like the level of dedication to maintenance and equilibrium is so cool and with my porn brain I think a yandere coo coo bananas lady would love this hobby

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I need to get snakebites … I need them… I will scour ig for nyc piercers but also my piercer back home told me I can’t eat chilli for 6 months afterward so like… wtf

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Went on vacationnnn😋 can’t wait to see my baby soon.. mr kitty cat who bites terfs 💪

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Where are the horny dyke weebs, it’s an untapped medium for the normies… dorohedoro would bowl u people over

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Too predictable

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Can’t perfectly enforce a dni ofc but it would be easier for u to block me than argue if u support izrael in any capacity, i am not a 2 stater

A zi0nist liked my shit, I would like to say once again that I am for the liberation of Pa/estine from ur sack of shit colonizer state and I hope everybody in the IOF keels over and dies 👍

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A zi0nist liked my shit, I would like to say once again that I am for the liberation of Pa/estine from ur sack of shit colonizer state and I hope everybody in the IOF keels over and dies 👍

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I really love and admire your writing. The way you describe things in your fics is so captivating and paints a picture in my mind. I don’t mean this in a backhanded way, but your writing deserves more recognition and attention!!!!

Also, I don’t mean to give unsolicited advice so please just ignore this part if it’s unappreciated, but I saw that you said you liked Arcane, and I truly believe if you wrote fics for the Arcane fandom you would be the most popular writer in that fandom.

Anyway I genuinely love everything you write. I was never really a Marvel fan before, then I read your Natasha fics and I immediately decided to go watch the Black Widow movie for the first time. Now I’m obsessed with Natasha so thank you for putting me on :)

Hi hi I appreciate ur kind words dude :) and I do have an inner clout chaser fs this is tempting but honestly I’m not sure when i’ll write anything for fandom again, won’t say never but lately I’ve been kinda too low energy to engage with tv/film and fandom. Just deeply tired

Re: marvel… I’m so sorry for doing that to u, I’m a born and raised marvel hater and also im a hater of nat my beautiful wasian queen❤️ she’s just got that domineering attitude im weak truly so weak

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My adhd has been so bad I will answer that ask in 6 hours when I’m omw to work it’s 3am rn💀 dude I’ve been telling myself to watch arcane s2 for MONTHS I just nvr do it. I haven’t watched anything longer than a yt video since I watched 4 episodes of the Big Bang theory in Sept when I was couch surfing and my friends subjected me to it😭

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…dynamic expanded. warning: rape, boundaries ignored by a hot girl who fakes it till she makes it as a loving sweetie pie

In my brain: you’re home alone after work for the first time in ages, that overbearing bitch rapist roommate of yours finally having something other than you to do, but she’s pavlov’d ur body into getting wet once ur past the front door. So, hey, you know, you can be sooo normal about this and jerk off on your vibrator maybe once or twice and, y’know, maybe make and eat some dinner afterward. Normal people things. And you do just that, mmmm boiling water in pot, yippee!!

And she comes home and you don’t even spare her a look because she does not deserve it. You’re basically collapsing nearly every other morning at work because of this demonic sex fiend, this horrible terrible person, this tv villain sexy seductress stereotype. UNREAL level of diabolical. She doesn’t care about your cold shoulder and hugs you from behind, showering your neck and face in kisses as if ur her pet dog that has given her a warm homecoming. Delusional on so many levels; astounding.

Then she hangs around while you eat and blathers on about her work event, the great catering and the corporate cattiness, and ok u listen bc it’s normal to listen to gossip, surely. It’s normal to laugh at her snide remarks and give a fuck about somebody you live with. She’s pleased about all this and gives u a sweet baby girl smile and asks what you’ve been up to, so sweetly. The answer is a nonchalant “nothing much,” because it was not a remarkable afternoon in the grand scheme of things, just a first to be left alone like that in your relatio- Friendship.

Friendship between women is just.. so… beautiful <3 ….

She smiles, eyes squinting with it, lips closed, fist under her chin, a nice looking face with a nice looking expression. She offers to watch TV with you tn and you scoff, turning your nose up—as if you’ll fall for her Netflix and chill scheme—so she shrugs and offers instead to make it up to you: she’s sorry for going a bit overboard this past week and not letting you just pass the fuck out after you told her you can’t take it anymore 3 times in a row and also sorry for not respecting it that time u told her u can’t fuck past midnight cos you gotta wake up early for work and u guys ended up knocking out at four AM, also it’s totally because u just looked so pretty and cute and perfect she thought u wanted it looking up at her with those teary eyes from when u had yawned so hard that next morning and to be fair that time u kinda just let her fuck u all soft (and she called in sick for u!) so like…

Ok so here u are, a bowl of fruits on ur nightstand, courtesy of your platonic roommate, having her massage ur lower back OVER THE BLANKET, OVER THE CLOTHES (this was a mandatory condition! enforced!!!), while the bath fills which she will be preparing for u like this is a professional spa. But u feel like you got bamboozled into this, but how can this be a bad deal for u. Ur clearheaded enough, determined enough, to not let her debate you into giving her any form of egregious intimacy right now :) You even kick her out of your room, locking it, and then locking the door to the en-suite bathroom jic, for your fragrant bougie little soak in the tub and she’s thoughtfully lined up some lotions and shit on the side too, so u take ur sweet time in the bath. And when that’s all over you even have her blowdrying ur hair for u while u play on ur phone and if she leaves a kiss on the top of ur head and ur shoulder that’s fine. Like how can she resist, ur feeling like the biggest most gorgeous and colourful male peacock right now, this is only natural 😌

She tells u next time she’s joining u in the tub and ur sarcastically like “yeah whatever u say” with an eye roll (and she takes that one to heart btw) anyway babe, :( the heater is broken in her room, can she bunk with her baby tonight? U inspect her heater because u know she is a conniving cunt who lies regularly, but what do you know, it’s actually broken. In fact there is a massive dent in it and it’s just a “…” moment because girl fr? She’s like ? :/ “What? I fell when I was working out.” And she points at the dumbbells on her yoga mat. She tells you she remembers u didn’t like it when she worked out in the living room so she took her things to her room so this is kinda on u (u didn’t like it when she worked out in common areas bc temptation is the devil!!)

So she’s in ur bed and ur on the floor. The lights turn off. She sighs happily and u can hear her shuffle over to the edge of the mattress and u just huff a breath out at the inevitability of it all. Hey, maybe u wanted it a little because what kind of idiot prey victim lets a cunning predator bully stay the night in their room for free… u were actually born to be farmed bro… she pats the bed and smiles and this time with teeth but her eyes are still curved with it and it’s just a nice fucking face and a nice fucking expression okay, and she says just come up here baby I won’t eat u I promise. And her promises are worth shit and fuck all. But ok nobody wants to sleep on the floor, she refused to do it herself, and the other option is to slumber in the arms of a beautiful woman, who is a bit evil, fine, but she does show genuine care for u and spoils u a lot and its not like she’s been isolating u, as far as u know, bc with her wealth she surely could’ve just thrown ur ass in some basement forever and called it a day so. Yeah

She instantly curls around you, rubbing her face in the crook of your neck and telling u it’s because u smell so good and ur so soft and she’s keeping her promise right now because she wants to bite you so bad right now but she won’t and mmmmm her baby is the sweetest and warmest and gentlest. U try to flick her on the head just to prove her wrong, just to feel like ur winning a little bit, because there’s this persistent sense that ur losing all the time, like actively. It’s not that you’ve lost already, it’s that she’s smiling beautifully down at u as u keep losing and losing and losing, and she dodges ur punishing hand easily. Tells u that ur cute. Kisses ur cheek and then ur mouth and hovers there, slips lower so ur cheek to cheek, dark pupils downcast so u can see the barest hint of her eyes in the night, and she knows ur eyes are wide open and that u hv tensed up. Its a delicious feeling for her, u really do always lose around her

She asks u if u had fun today, at home, alone, and u have no idea how she knows u jacked off but u KNOW that she knows. U suck in a shaky little breath. She asks if u liked it today, in bed, alone. After a moment u nod. She knows it’s the truth, doesn’t take it personal, because then she asks if u thought of her, and u realize u did. This whole day. This whole time. She smiles against u and u can feel her hand moving her pillow aside, and u have not given her an answer to her last question, but then she pulls ur vibe out from its spot wedged between the headboard and the mattress and hums in thought. She muses aloud: she thinks u did think about her, she just wonders what exactly u were thinking about and if it was really enough, her baby deserves more.

No, u tell her, ur so good with 2 baby, all set👍, ur tired u just wanted to lie down with her, u insist. u wrap your arms around her shoulders, subconsciously closing your fists on the back of her shirt out of nerves. Just two, she murmurs in a question, and she abruptly sucks on the vibrator, u can feel the back of her knuckles pressing into ur cheek with the way ur bodies are so close together, and u can hear the wet sound right at your ear. she’s done it quickly, very utilitarian in the way she’s getting things ready for you. she kisses ur neck, closed mouthed, lips still wet tho from licking on ur toy, and then u hear the buzzing start and u snap ur knees shut. Her smile widens and she huffs a short laugh at that, she easily yanks a leg down, u can feel the vibe jolting along thru the fabric over ur thigh and she sniffs at ur neck, nuzzling there

U kinda just let this one happen because she’s been nice to u tonight and also she’s hot and also when u ask her if u can kiss she lets u lean over to do it urself while she presses the toy to ur clit and u gasp into her mouth. Breathless in mere moments. Like, ur a bit wheezy, honestly. She just groans back and u realize you’ve folded ur arms tighter around her, scratched at her. And the first orgasm she gives u rips out of u. Actually ur alr mentally prepared, if a bit dismayed anyway, for her to just shove the vibe against u harder after the first one, because she’s like that. A bit sick in the head.

she tells u she loves u and she’s so happy to be with u and ur a bit stupid but that’s ok with her, and u bite her on the shoulder hard for that one and she moans about it, then pulls fully back and ur second painful tingly orgasm recedes in a shock and ur like ??? Betrayed, chest tight from the whiplash of it all, frowning so deeply. She pulls her shirt to the side and points at ur teeth marks and asks, “can I retaliate or will u say I broke my promise not to eat u?” U tell her that she is most certainly not allowed to retaliate. She pouts, looks aggrieved, u know it’s an act, but she’s just too good looking and when she’s like this, she really is so cute. She suggests u say something nice to her to make it up to her. U huff and u do glance at the wet hand she’s left curled up on her injured snowflake ass shoulder. U look just once. Or twice. And u say, ok baby I’m sorry but also u called me stupid. And she frowns and says, “but u are. Only in bed, I mean. My baby is the smartest outside,” and she tells u this as she pushes back on top of you, sounding too sweet to be real, but also there’s something very real about her affection for you, and admittedly you’re very dumb in your sexual decision making, so

So she covers your mouth with hers again, one firm hand on your waist to keep u relatively still, the other trapping the torture device over ur cunt, and u can feel her humping down on the side of her own fist. It presses down on u every time, her legs flexing by yours. Few thoughts touch your brain, but one is that you’re sure that if you ever stopped being a pillow princess, she’d nut in two seconds. Another thought is thank god you didn’t charge this thing after washing it earlier because your soul might legit slip out your vagina if you cum anymore.

You’re whimpering like a wounded animal into her sweat and spit damp shoulder, panting hot air onto the bruise you’d left there, on the comedown, when the vibe thankfully goes notably weaker.

“Fucking… thing,” she says at that, in true heartbreaking dismay. Pulls the dead toy out ur pants, seeming not to care when u hiss at her sudden movement, and glares at the blinking red light. Oh well, guess it’s goodnight now. U punctuate that gleeful sentence with a sloppily aimed kiss to her chin.

She snorts and tosses gods gift to earth on the floor. It thumps on the rug and ur abt to get pissy abt her treatment of ur things when she’s tugging ur arms off her, shimmying down ur body and tugging ur pants down with her, and ur panties at the same time. And you, looking so very flushed and harassed and wronged and about to cry at just the sight of this nightmarish and familiar scene of her grinning between your bent knees. God. She sticks two fingers in her mouth, eyes not leaving yours, then with more of a mischievous slant to her mouth, doesn’t even have to say anything to piss u off, slips a third in. You’re wet and throbbing and scared and aggrieved but not scared nor aggrieved enough to stop the slippery wet leakage and the hot persistent throbbing

…

She licks up ur tears and u are so sick of the feeling of wetness right now, really sick of it anywhere on ur person, but u also don’t have the energy to move at all, so she gets to kiss your heavy eyelids and tongue over ur torn lip and hoover up the sweat and tears that’s leaked down to ur jaw, right beneath ur ear, and u just let her. On the verge of hitting the hay but thinking that it’ll feel better to be battered on bricks—to distract from the tensed up, pulsing, messy nasty pain in your crotch. And surrounding areas, really. She paws at your collarbone, announcing or informing you, not sure, brains not entirely functional, she says: hey, baby, I didn’t eat you, you know? As if waiting for praise. Maybe if your brain cells hadn’t leaked out your orifices, you might take this opportunity to provide some positive reinforcement because she really didn’t eat you this time, as you’d requested, so that’s good. Alas, all you can do is force out a tired mhm. She lays down on you, smothering your useless body in more unbearable warmth. But it’s okay for now, as your sweat dries off your body, wicking heat away, it feels a bit nice.

Goodnight, she says, you’re my best friend.

Ok yes you do have some last emergency reserve of energy and you use it to say: you bitch.