#ptn shalom x reader

[beiibeiii]

Imagine the girlies who has a coat who makes us wear her coat during sex 👀

Like imagine shalom, rahu, kafka ,yelan and others omg

OMG THATS IS REALLY HOT.. 👀 I ADDED CHAMELEON CAUSE I THOUGHT SHE FIT THIS! (AND MY BBY @aixeko WANTED HER) SORRY THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN THE INBOX FOR MONTHS NOW.. WHOOPS..

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shalom has your wrists tied tightly with her leather belt. your sat in her lap with your arms are around her neck. her leather jacket draped on your shoulders, covering your back. you can feel the leather rub against you every time you bounced up and down on her fat dick. your tits bounce up and down with each movement as her cock reaches the deepest parts of you. constantly hitting against that sweet spot.

her hands are gently placed on your hips, helping you ride your nth orgasm out. your eyes squeeze shut, giving her a pornographic moan as your bury your head in her shoulder. the soft praises of her voice makes your spine shiver. your moans are heavenly, in contrast with her rough jacket.

"there we go, thats a good girl."

rahu who pounds right into your tight little cunt at a unforgiving pace. her cock slams into you, hammering her way through your tight walls. shes got your plush thighs pushed up against your stomach, in a mating position. her fac jacket doing nothing to cover your cleavage. she groans and grunts loud into your ears. you dont know whether that turns you on more than getting fucked with her coat.

she tells you how good shes going to fuck you, how bad she wants to cum inside. eliciting loud moans from your throat, mixing with the loud squelching noises of her massive cock ramming into you with no remorse. your face contours into pure pleasure. your head thrown back as your walls spasm around her as she hits your cervix effortlessly. rahu can see that bulge in your stomach every time she fucks her fat cock inside. her pupils dilate. her grip on your thighs tighten, fucking with more fervour.

"so pretty for me.. so good.."

kafka who has you on your hands and knees, fucking you from behind. seeing your pretty back covered with her most prized coat. fuck it turns her on so much. her cock goes nice and slow, taking her sweet time. its absolutely agonising. shes goes slow and deep. you whine and whine, begging her to go faster. she rubs you ass telling you to be patient. you let out small shaky mewls. your eyes flutter shut in desperation.

she loves the way you clamp around her so fucking desperately. you swallow her cock in so perfectly. your knees and arms tremble, you feel spineless. you can feel her lazy smirk gazing down at you. she loves seeing you break under her. oh my god.. shes such a tease. shes just so.. so painfully slow. her cock forms a creamy ring around the base. you were so wet and you hadn't even cum once. you beg and beg for kafka to go faster. she chuckles lightly. her hand gives your ass a small pat. her hands sliding on your back under her coat to grab your hips. her pace finally starts to pick up. the filthy sound of skin slapping together starts to pick up.

"such a desperate girl aren't you? hold on tight now."

yelan who ties you arms behind you back with her hydro strings. her fluffy coat tickles your back with every movement. your back arches at each small feathery touch. yelan has her cock in your mouth. you suck her off lazily and desperately. her massive cock makes you gag, but you take it just for her. she lets out groans as her hands find their way in your hair. her velvety voice telling you how good your doing for her. you bob your head up and down, sucking her more. your mouth was so sore. your eyes look up at her tearily from pleasure. her cock sliding in and out your warm mouth.

she was so heavy against your tongue. you can feel your throat spasms at her shear size. she tasted so fucking good. her hips would occasionally roll forwards, helping you take her cock. you felt your heat arise from your cunt. strings of your wetness coating the wooden floor, forming a small puddle in between your thighs. you finally get her off. she shoves your head to her hips with a moan. you whimper around her cock, taking her whole as her warm, salty cum floods your throat. you pull away, trying to keep all her her cum in your mouth. dripping from the corner of your lips and down your chin.

"so obedient. swallow, its my turn now"

chameleon who has her coat draped onto your shoulders. your hands in her hair as she eats you out. her tongue pumping in and out of your wet cunt. the slurping noises she makes are loud. her nose would nudge your clit, making your back arch. her pace was fast, sucking and licking at your pussy. smushing her spit and your wetness together. you tasted so fucking good to her. her hands were holding your thighs wide open for her to ravish. greedily lapping you up for herself. her eyes would look up at you seductively as she eats you out. you start hearing her teasing voice in your head. asking you if you liked this . how good you tasted. you moan out at her words.

your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your grind your hips into her face, more needy now. she knew what she was doing to you. she hums into your pussy, the vibrations making your hips spasm, whimpers eliciting from your throat. god she was so good. her wet muscles explores your insides, rubbing against your warm walls. your thighs close up against her head, that turned her on so much. she continues lapping up your folds, mumbling into your pussy.

"tastes..so good."

[shalomniscient]

tierlist on twt got me acting unwise……. [nsft utc]

raven full on sobbing when she’s overstimulated, clawing at the sheets behind her head and arching that gorgeous back so perfectly as her thighs tremble around your head. hiccuping sobs and moans that choke on your name with each harsh lash of your tongue against her clit, and each sinfully good curl of your fingers in her drooling cunt that might as well be sobbing too. she’s so loud, weeping out thin, keening praises while her hips jump and stutter to the time of your thrusts. just the sound of you working her cunt has her so dizzy, her eyes so far back into her skull only the whites are visible. she can taste the salt of her own tears on her lips but god, she fucking loves it. she’ll keep you there between her legs until she’s incoherent or passed out—usually both. teaching is stressful, after all, and she needs a good destressing session with her partner every now and then.

folding shalom in half would have her vocalising like never before, just pure, uncontrolled moans as you push her knees to her ears and put her through the mattress. her fingers dig into your back like claws as almost animalistic noises rip their way out of her throat, nothing coherent at all, just the prettiest whines and half-legible pleas. she’s breathy, needy, demanding—she’d hiss, or attempt to, if you even think about slowing down the pace at which you’re fucking into her. she’s dripping onto the damn sheets, leaking around your cock, why the hell would you even stop? when she cums it’s messy, squirt spraying over your abdomen, and she makes a noise barely even human anymore, all hoarse moans and hitched mewls.

matilda, poor thing… her composure turns non-existent the second your hand wrap around her dick. she’s whimpering like some wounded creature, hands fisting into the couch cushions beneath her. her brain feels like mush as she looks up at you straddling her, her aching cock in your gentle grip. her lips part with a breathy groan as you pump her length, thumb swiping over the slit. god, she’s leaking like some kind of broken faucet into your hand but by the sounds spilling from her throat she certainly doesn’t have the capacity to care at the moment. not when it’s been so long and the loose circle of your fingers around her feels like heaven on earth. she tries to fuck into your hand but the way you straddle her limits her movement, and she whines again, pleading and desperate and oh-so polite in her begging. she always remembers her pleases and thank-yous—and so you can’t even be that upset when you sink down onto her cock, taking her into your cunt in one smooth go and she cums immediately with a long, drawn out whimper of your name.

angell is a mess of grunts and groans as you take her cock into your throat, all the way down to the hilt, your nose brushing the trail of grey-silver hair on her pelvis. her elbows are braced on the kitchen counter behind her and really they’re the only thing keeping her up as you suck on her dick, seemingly unbothered at the press of the cold wood floor against your knees. watching your head bob has her throat so fucking dry, her moans of your name knotting in her chest. she tries, she really does, to be quiet but you’re so good at this it should be illegal. angell goes higher in pitch as she gets closer, one hand tangling in your hair to hold you in place as she ruts into your eager mouth, her grunts coming more unbidden now. she still has some sense to draw back and ask if you’re okay with her cumming in your mouth and fully moans your name—almost a whimper—when you take her back all the way, fingers digging into the muscled meat of her thighs. when she cums it’s with gasping, heaving groans as she holds your head in place, her cock twitching in your throat. she makes another weak noise when you pull off, a string of saliva connecting the tip of her cock to your lips. she yelps only a little when you stand and ask her to join you in the bedroom for round two.

[purpleberiii]

"Calling the sinners by their correct name"

☆Prompt: How would the sinners react to you calling them by their correct name.

☆Warnings: Nothing too intense, a hit of pain towards the cinnamon rolls (Hamel, Anne), mentions of Chelsea having lots of sugar babies (including you)

☆Includes: Hamel, Anne, Bai yi, Shalom, Eirene, Chelsea, Cabernet, Oak Casket, Garofano, Sumire.

HAMEL

Hamel is a pure innocent baby; one whom you adore to death. While she's mostly quiet, she's very chatty with you, not the type of chatty to talk your ears out, but Hamel would express how she feels with you.

When you called Hamel by her right name, she was dumbfounded. You usually called her sweetheart, or dove so hearing you call her Hamel made her immediately think she did something wrong.

"I don't like that. Please don't call me Hamel," she pleaded with you, her eyes teary. Guilt immediately took over your body and you had to comfort her and tell her she did nothing wrong.

ANNE

Anne is just like Hamel but she's much more talkative, even in public. Anne is not afraid to let anyone know that you are hers. Your relationship with Anne was quite the sweet one and you would act like a caring wife towards her even though you both only started dating for months.

When you called Anne by her right name, it took her a few minutes to process what just happened. "Did I do something wrong my dear?" She asked in a small voice. You knew to yourself that she was as innocent as an angel so it hit you in the guts when she used such a small voice. Like Hamel, you had to comfort her, the guilt crushing your soul for hurting such a small adorable baby.

BAI YI

Bai yi knew she was a case to deal with and she took it upon herself to annoy you or tease you everyday. She absolutely loves it when you shower her in cute nicknames and affection.

So when you called her by her right name, Bai yi chuckled before saying, "Oh? What's up with you?" She didn't take it to heart when you called her that but if you kept calling her Bai yi, she might just die.

SHALOM

Shalom is the type of lover to give you all sorts of nicknames and for her, just one nickname would do, 'Darling'.

"Shalom." When she heard her right name come out of your mouth, she'd just stare at you until you finally call her darling.

"I was beginning to think you didn't love me anymore," she sighed dramatically.

EIRENE

Eirene is a busy woman, she hardly had time to spend with you due to her work but nevertheless she loves you to the core.

When you called her by her right name, she didn't bother with it; well on the outside atleast. On the inside, she's panicking, asking herself what she did wrong. She checked back on her previous interactions with you, ensuring that she didn't say anything wrong.

When you told her it was a joke, then she'll be the one to call you by your right name until you beg for her to stop. She enjoys seeing you beg. She's not mean tho :/

CHELSEA

Sugar mommy Chelsea is such a kind and caring person to all her sugar babies but you are her favorite.

When you called her Chelsea instead of Sugar mommy, expect to be bombarded in a ton of questions. "Is the food not to your liking?" "Did I do something to upset you?" "Is anyone being mean to you?"

When you didn't give her an answer that satisfied her, she tried her next strategy, gifts. Lots and lots of gifts that made the other sugar babies jealous of you.

How could her attempts not sway you? You had to tell her it was a joke and you felt had that she bought all of those gifts, but she didn't.

CABERNET

Oh boy don't mess around with those woman. Although she loves you, calling her Cabernet is a crime.

Like all the professionals you'd have to call them sir/miss, you HAVE to call Cabernet sweetheart.

"Cabernet." "That's sweetheart to you, little one," she pointed her staff to you in a threatening manner.

From that day onwards, her real name was never used again (by you atleast).

OAK CASKET

This woman is such a calm and composed woman. She gives off a motherly figure vibe so hearing you call her nicknames like 'darling' or 'love' or 'honeybunch' will absolutely make her fall even deeper in love with you.

When she heard you call her by her right name, she'd simply chuckle and say, "what have I done to upset you my dear?"

Things like that wouldn't bother her because she knows what when she's ready for you, you'd be definitely forgetting her name.

GAROFANO

She's just like Oak Casket but a much less more quiet version. Hearing you call her Garofano wouldn't bother her, until she realises you weren't going to stop calling her that.

She loves the nicknames you give her and it makes her feel much more loved for so with a slightly upset expression, she'd ask, "Why are you calling me that?"

When you realised that she didn't like it, you stopped and immediately apologised. She forgave you of course but warned you to never do it again.

SUMIRE

Pretty girl assassin has alot on her plate but always makes time for you. She loves having you rest upon her lap while she talks and rambles about her missions.

She seemed so engrossed in telling you how her mission went, it took her a few minutes to realise that you called her Sumire and not 'baby'.

"But I am your baby. Not Sumire," she'd stare at you, letting out a small sigh before plunging on top of you and prepping your faces with kisses, apologising for making you mad even though she did nothing. You just wanted to see her reaction to it.

A/n: took a few days to write this but I still don't like it 😭

[lirational]

Purity and Pretense

Fallen Angel!Shalom x Reader

Note: Drabble inspired from this post by @sinful-lanterns

Warnings: Religious themes, slight prayer-blasphemg that doesn’t come from existing religions, fingering, and oral.

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Deprivation fuels desire, emboldens curiosity, and entices even the innocent to sink into the abyss.

Purity, said to be a gift left within each human soul as the Creator sculpts them from stardust and hopes, a mirror that reflects how their souls were infused with the Creator’s wishes. With it, each human was allowed the chance to shine, to chase the sun, the symbol of the Creator, and kneel in reverence, the chance to reflect Their radiance being the only promised reward.

A gift that allows access to a reward that may well be illusionary. Perhaps it would be more fitting to call it a curse, a shackle that deprives the human soul from possibilities hiding within the dark.

As you kneeled on the stone floor, once clean clothes now tattered and stained with evidence of the sins you chose to embrace, your eyes focus on the fallen angel sitting on the stone altar in front of you, her gaze chaining you to the floor. Even though she, your master, has fallen from grace, with her wings no longer pure white, stained in graying black and glowing blue, she was still the epitome of beauty and grace, refinement and power.

“Offer your prayer, little one, or have you fallen so far you lost your reason?”

“Please, Shalom, I can’t do this anymore. I need, I need–”

Your body quivered, desire permeating each word. No longer were you able to hold onto any shred of sanity, your body begging, begging, craving for a taste of the ambrosia she would allow you to indulge as you were pleasing her.

“Offer your prayer, then. Go on, call the Creator, let Them bless and witness the pleasure of life you were about to partake in.”

Her voice drips with promise, honeyed enticement and tainted radiance that pulls– no, spurs your body to crawl closer. You were close, so close, the scent and taste of her lingering in the air just beneath her robes. A dry swallow, all from the sweet fragrance that was so close, and there, you pressed your head to the floor in reverent prayer, then, you took the final step, before you fell into the abyss.

“Oh, our Creator, ruler of the skies above,”

Perhaps it was proof that the place was once a holy one meant to worship, as each word tumbled from your lips, it echoed through the ruined halls, and Shalom drank each word, eyes gleaming in desire at the sincere plea. Despite everything, despite how she saw the human kneeling before her had almost drowned, their purity clouded with unending, insatiable thirst, the power behind the belief to the Creator still fuels their prayer, power intertwined between each syllable.

“Thy name the most sacred– ah!” Shalom had moved from her seating position, and then, a sharp pain on your ass. She had moved away from her seat, and thanks to her strike, a stinging pain interrupted your thoughts.

“I don’t recall telling you to stop.”

“-may thy sovereign rule last forevermore. From the firmament above, to–” another strike, to your unmarred butt cheek this time, and you barely remembered to continue, “-to the lands below, thy will be done.”

A cold, almost loving caress of fingers to your stinging cheeks, and your words died in your throat. She punished you with another spank, and another as you opened your mouth. “Nourish our–”

The feeling of a slap to the aching bud between your legs almost caused you to lose all train of thoughts, tears streaming down your face and seeping into the stone floors below. Again, you stopped.

“Remember my order, pet, I won’t remind you again.”

“Nourish our souls, give the traces of our marred sins a thorough cleanse.”

Shalom licked your earlobe, giving it a quick nibble. With a whisper, she reminded you, “From today, as your soul and your purity sinks to the abyss, you belong to me.”

Selfish, selfish and full of want, such was the nature of fallen angels, creatures made of light created to serve, to praise and sing and echo the name of the Creator across everything Their will reaches. After the fall, their love of worship were twisted, corrupted, and mirrored into a void of want that will never be satisfied, perhaps a manifested dark side of always being the one to give, bend over, and praise a thing that could not even bother to truly cherish the beings They claimed to love most.

“Look at me, look at me like you would look at that Creator,” she hissed the last word, full of disdain that her refined visage would have never revealed before. “Praise me, love me, and call my name, and you will want for nothing.”

“Bestow us the will,” you continued, “to for–,” a finger slipped into your sopping wet folds, stopping in time as your breath hitched at the intrusion, “to forgive, and– mmh!” another joined in, scissoring motions causing your thighs to quiver, your will scattering everywhere as the hunger for Shalom’s touch felt sharper.

“Wrong, repeat the line,” She chided, her movements stopped, waiting for you to fulfill her order.

In that moment, you had surrendered your dignity, your place, your connection to a promise that might never have seen any fulfillment, all to the true, honest, and pure pleasure that you had seen, felt, and sensed with your very flesh.

“To forgive, the way I– no, the way we all shall be forgiven under–”

A gentle, sharp press at that sweet spot had you clenching, almost stumbling in your words as you barely hung on to the order she gave you, “forgiven under the eternal grace.”

“Excellent.” Shalom was still moving her fingers in and out, her lazy movements stimulating you all the same. The pad of her thumb pressed and rubbed circles onto your sensitive nub, eliciting noises that painted the pure prayer with tainted cries. “Come, just a little more, just a little more and you will be rewarded.”

You obey, with glee, not caring even as all traces of your devotion was subsumed, corrupted into a need to worship the beautiful angel in front of you. There was nothing more to desire than to follow your angel, your goddess, even as you both sunk into the endless dark, or would it be more accurate to soar to higher heights?

After all, the pleasure mounting in your veins, gathering in your lower belly, felt as pleasing, as free as soaring on the skies.

“When desires– ah, –lead us astray, we beg–”

Unbeknownst to you, Shalom allowed herself a small smile at the irony.

“We beg for the Creator’s deliverance, as–”

“Slow down.”

You were close, so close, and it took the skin of your teeth to take a deep, shuddering breath. Shalom was teasing you, that much was clear, but every attempt to press yourself closer, to finally break in sweet bliss, was denied, replaced by the inferior pleasure of her orders and praise. “Continue, properly this time.”

“For this is thy domain, thy glory and power–”

You shivered, she was brushing close to that sweet spot again. As each word left your trembling lips, the pleasure only heightens.

“That nothing shall eclipse.”

With that final word, you shattered, broken apart as your juices dripped down from your thighs, her fingers, and splattered into the floors. With a filthy, wet noise, Shalom withdrew her fingers and took her seat on the altar, exposing her clit. An invitation to partake while she licked her fingers, tongue swirling to savor your essence.

“Good girl, now, come, take your reward,” she said in-between licks.

As you lapped at her folds, her eyes held your attention, savoring the utter obedience once reserved for gods.

[shrimshrim4fun]

PTN woman with Christmas: Headcanons

Note: Happy late Christmas! This is gonna be the Christmas special, I hope you enjoy ^^

Featuring: Adela, Shalom, Coquelic, Zoya, Garofano

Adela:

-When she lived alone she didn’t do too much. Maybe a few small decorations lying around her house to bring in the festivity. Definitely buys those little Christmas bird decorations. If you search “Featherly Friends Birds” you’ll know what I’m talking about. She also names them and has one at the door so when she leaves she bids it goodbye.

-After you came into her life, she definitely upped up her game on decorations because now she has someone to celebrate it with. A tree which you two will decorate together, drinking hot cocoa, and baking cookies. She loves watching Christmas movies with you on the couch.

-Did indeed try to get her own tree but your jaw dropped when she pulled out her shears and tried to aim for the throat of a pine tree. But you two did go pick out one together after persuading her. She was more than excited to go pick out the perfect one to place in your shared home.

Shalom:

-She is the master of choosing gifts for others. Her gifts aim right for your heart if you will. Noting details through the year and coming up with the gift for everyone. There’s not one person that was sad or didn’t like the gift she chose for them.

-You two dance a lot with Christmas music on her record player. Usually a classic song as she runs her finger through her collection. Taking your hand in hers she guides you to the living room floor and let you two drift along with the music. “Let us sway along with the beat, as the best way to celebrate the holidays is…with you.”

-She’s not really the type to go play in the snow due to how cold it is and she’s afraid you’ll catch a cold. But did indulge a little after seeing you beg her. Using sticks to draw little drawings in the snow.

Coquelic:

-Does not enjoy the snowy weather because she has to wear thicker clothes. Complains about it as you bundle her up. You had insisted turning the heater up wasn’t enough and that she was shivering a few minutes ago.

-She cannot wrap presents for her life. The edges are poked out and it just doesn’t look…good in one way or another. And always gets frustrated after the second try which usually leads to one of the other Garden members or you to do it before she starts cussing the gift out.

-Does find it amusing when the Garden members start to play in the snow. She does soften a little as she sees how happy they are. Laughing together and safe. And of this softness ends when one of the snowballs hits her.

Zoya:

-Makes you two kiss under the mistletoe, ofc a fake one. During this time of month she carries one around with her so she has an excuse for more affection.

-Big fan of playing in the snow, especially snow ball fights. She’s usually pretty light with her hits not wanting to hurt you but if one of her members throws a snowball at you, shes full force snipping them in the face or the balls

-During this time of month you will hear showered and when I mean showered i mean you will be bombarded by gifts the whole month. From the minutes it turns December 1 she has a present for you already. If you think she doesn’t give you enough presents you will be wrong. All carefully picked by her and has this big grin on her face when you open it

Garofano:

-Oh the mom she is 😞 Very busy during this time of month. She’s making clothing for everyone in the Garden, baking treats, setting up decorations. But she’s very happy doing these things because it’s for her family, the people that rely on her.

-The pro at wrapping presents. I guess it’s just a mom ability that just happened 😭 The edges are neat, no creases, and all of them look so pretty. She brushes it off like it’s nothing but secretly baths in the praise you give her

-When you asked her what she wanted for her present she placed a bow on your head before asking “am I greedy for asking for you?” It indeed made you blush and she chuckled before placing a kiss onto your head

[shalomsexual]

MILF HUNTING

Episode 1

Spy Au!

Warnings: G!P Reader, table sex, cream pie, Shalom being a bit of a brat, mentions of breeding.

In the midst of the chaotic meeting in the conference room of the organisation, there st Shalom, dressed in a black loose dress, her silky hair cascading down her shoulders. Seated in her lap was a four year old girl, who mimicked the expression of her mother; calm. These meetings were of no strangeness to Shalom as she's had been attending them for years. Way before she got pregnant with her little girl.

Paradeisos was known for having the best spies around the world, but there was two who stood out, Vixen and Rogue, or better yet known as Y/n and Shalom.

The tension between you two was as thick as a knife, with both of you always competing against each other. Of course whenever Shalom's daughter was around, there was no sign of rivalry between you two. The said woman didn't want her daughter to think she was disliked by anyone. However, it wasn't the case for you. You har practically loved Shalom, but knowing she had a daughter meant the father was in the picture- or so you thought.

"Van Peere is corrupting the peace of Discity yet the officials aren't acting. We cannot just sit around and do anything." One of the head of Paradeisos spoke.

"Van Peere is a dangerous man. We do not have the agents capable of taking him down." The other head replied. Shalom's eyes darted back and forth with a small smile as she watched the two heads bicker.

"Mama. What's going on?" Her daughter's innocent question snapped her out of her trance.

"Sweetheart, they're discussing important matters. You see, there's a bad guy who's trying to destroy our city and it's up to us to stop them."

"Well why aren't you stopping him?"

"Oh darling you're so full of questions aren't you?" The little girl giggled in response before cuddling more into Shalom. As the bickering went on, the said woman decided to intervene with an idea she's been plotting all this time.

"Allow me to input my thoughts will you?"

The two heads looked over at Shalom before nodding briefly.

"Proceed."

"As mentioned, Van Peere is an influential man; one filled with power. If we do not step in now, it will be too late. I volunteer to step in as the main carrier of this mission."

A brief moment of silence was there until one of the heads broke it. "Not bad however, you are currently injured due to your last mission. We need you in full effect if we're going to expect success."

"I agree but you two are forgetting something. We still have agent Rogue with us. She's currently away but will be back tonight. I reckon that these two will surely bring success."

It wasn't something new for the female head to always have your back. She loved the way you carried out your missions and your disguises are always hard to see through. After some contemplation, Shalom agreed. Once the mission details were all set, she waited for your arrival in the night.

Stepping out of the helicopter, you hastily approached the heads. "What's this I hear about Van Peere?"

"Right on time. We will brief you on the mission shortly. Go take a rest." Despite the urgeny of the situation, your leaders always wanted you to get rest as they needed you to fulfil any mission with utmost efficiency.

After a short rest, you sat in the meeting room as they unloaded the details of the mission on you. Immediately you knew it would be a tough one since none other than Shalom will be working. The biggest distraction you can ever face. "You two will leave tonight. He's hosting a Gala this afternoon and luckily for both of you, he's got open positions available. I've managed to snag interviews with him. His recent bodyguard was killed by him so Agent Rogue will be applying for the position. Agent Vixen will apply as his personal secretary since she's on maternity leave."

A personal bodyguard and a personal secretary. It doesn't seem so bad. "He will definitely test both of you so act with caution. You leave tonight."

And as the conclusion had approached, it was only the two of you. Heavy silence was weighed upon you until a little voice broke out. "Mama! Are you really leaving again?" Looking at the little girl, you smiled as Shalom picked her up.

"Oh sweetheart mommy's sorry but yes. You'll be okay with Clyde and Cynthia. Be good okay?" The small child nodded before Shalom rocked her to sleep. Once she was asleep, the maids took her to her room.

"It's hard having to leave her for days without ak explanation why." Shalom spoke, her voice like silk.

"Ah. She'll understand some day. She's smart and patient so that's something you should be glad for."

"Intelligence and Patience are two key things one must grow up with but, guidance from her mother is what she needs. You would understand if you had one, wouldn't you?"

"I don't know. I don't have one so I'm not sure if I'll understand." You smiled, enjoying the small huff that left her.

"Always the smart one aren't you?"

"Intelligence is key."

"Stupidity is more present in you anyway." Now it was her turn to smile at the slight agitated look on your face. "Let's not delay. Our jet awaits us."

Shalom strutted forward, her hips swaying in her loose dress. You grabbed your bag and headed towards the jet that soon took off to your destination. Taking a deep breath, you braced yourself for the upcoming mission, your nerves all over the place. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, having Shalom by yourside but seeing the challenging glare she gave to you made you want to put her in her place and that's exactly what you're going to do.

"O-oh my you're very rough..." Shalom moaned breathlessly, her hands gripping the front of your shirt as you sucked on her neck, subtly grinding against her core. How did you end up in this position?

It started at the party that was hosted by Van Peere. The parry screamed elegance as the guests were all dressed in suits and dresses. Shalom wore a beautiful white long sleeved silk dress that hugged her figure perfect. She looked as beautiful as she did before she had her daughter and it made your breath get knocked out.

All throughout the party, she was throwing hints, trying to get you riled up and jealous. Your feelings to her were no stranger as you had a bit of trouble hiding your jealously throughout the years of working with her. And you had enough of her relentless teasing so you did exactly what you had to do.

"I can't help it. You look ravishing, especially with the way you looked tonight."

"Oh? And what if it wasn't you who I dressed up for?" She raised an eyebrow, clearing testing your patience.

"I don't care who you dressed up for. All I know is that I'm going to be the one taking this dress off tonight. Now turn around for me."

Shalom smiled coyly. "What if I don't want to?"

"You talk to much."

"Then make me shut up."

You grinned before lifting her ontop the table in the storage room of Van Peere's mansion before pulling her dress off, exposing her succulent breasts to you. You leaned forward, attaching your lips to her breasts as she let out a sharp gasp, her hand immediately tangling in your hair. "Hmm, your mouth is just amazing~"

Grinning, you shifted the attention to her other boob while your finger rubbed circles on clothed clit, making her instinctively buck her hips into your hand. "So eager and needy aren't you?"

She whined softly, locking her legs around your waist. "Please please.. fuck me." As she begged, she hurriedly took off your pants and boxers, seeing your hard cock spring free from it's confinements. Shalom wrapped her hand around your length before slowly stroking it while your hand worked to remove her panties. Once there were no barriers between you two, you gripped the tip before rubbing it through her folds, lubricating it in the process.

"Ready?"

"Always."

With a sharp intake of breath, you slowly inserted the tip of your cock inside, watching as her pussy stretched the accommodate the girth of your head. Shalom threw her head back as you eased the rest in, moaning softly at the feeling of being penetrated after a long time. She tightened around you, the feeling almost foreign. "Fuck you're so tight Shalom..." you breathed out, your hand holding her leg up as you slowly began to move. Shalom let out a series of curses under her breath, head hanging back as her body moved along with yours.

"Faster...faster please." She moaned, using her legs to pull you deeper. You groaned, looking at her with hazy eyes as you began to increase your thrusts. The table rocked with movements as you gritted your teeth as you tried your hardest to hold back but looking at the goddess sprawled out before you, why waste such a precious opportunity to fuck her brains out?

And with that conclusion you began to slam your hips body, the tip of your cock kissing her cervix as she let out a scream that was quickly covered by you. "Shh you don't want Van Peere to find us fucking in his storage room now would you?" You smiled coyly, seeing her glossy eyes and the rosy hue on her cheeks.

"N-no fuck... you're so big baby... harder... give it to me harder. I want you to breed me, fill me up until it's leaking darling." Your eyes widened at the words that spilled from her mouth. With a smile, you pistoned deep inside her pussy, feeling a knot form in your stomach.

"I'm cumming...fuck I'm cumming hard!" Shalom shouted, her hips moving as she chased her sweet release. Shalom clenched tightly around your cock, her body going limp as she squirted hard, the forcing nearly pushing you out but you still continued pounding her, her juices continued to gush like a waterfall.

With a final slam, you buried yourself to the hilt, ropes of cum shooting inside of her. She squeezed her eyes shut at the feeling of something warm filling her insides. "Fuck.." you shivered as you slowly pulled out, watching your combine juices leak out of her gaping hole.

"Hmm would you look at that?" She grinned, parting her pussy lips as more cum gushed out. "Looks like a stuffed pie to me no?"

You smiled before lifting her up and helping her put on her clothes. "How about we ditch this party and head on back to our suite?"

"What about our mission, Agent Rogue?"

"Fuck the mission... for now. What I'm really interested in is showing you what a stuffed pie really looks like." With a sly smile, you and Shalom went back to your suite where you continued your ministrations. It was a night filled with passion, lust and an untold love but most importantly, a stuffed and filled Shalom.

[inou-ie]

Pairing: Shalom x female reader

Warnings: NSFW, praise kink, cunnilingus, strap-on, cursing, cowgirl, nipple stimulation, biting, squirting.

Author's notes: My praise kink is acting up whenever I see her so I'm just indulging myself...

MDNI

"Stay loyal to me, and I'll ensure you're rewarded."

Shalom's words never left your mind. You've eagerly anticipated the day when you'll finally receive your well-deserved reward for staying loyal to her and obediently following her orders.

As you sit beside the bed, watching Shalom rest, you can't help but imagine the wonderful reward you might receive when she wakes up. Perhaps she'll cuddle you, pat you on the head, or maybe a kiss? You're not asking for much, really; you just want her attention focused on you.

Shalom is taking longer than usual today; perhaps she's been too tired. But you don't mind; you continue to shift your position on the chair you're sitting in as you wait for her to wake up. Leaning back and sighing, you decide to close your eyes, seeking a bit of rest yourself, even if just for a while.

As usual, you dream of Shalom's touch, her embracing you and offering praises. It's a dream you'd never grow tired of...

Feeling a gentle touch on your cheek, you leaned closer to it. It felt so real and warm... until you opened your eyes and saw the person you've been dreaming of: Shalom, caressing your cheek with her usual gentle smile.

"Did I wake you up? I'm sorry." Shalom retracts her hand, and you frowned at the loss of her touch, but you tried to keep your composure. "No, you didn't... I was just closing my eyes." you quickly say to her. Now that she's awake, the butterflies in your stomach grow wilder. Her presence alone is enough to make you a bit nervous and excited.

A brief silence followed, just the two of you gazing at each other. As much as you wanted to look at her, to stare and appreciate her beauty, you couldn't maintain eye contact for too long. Her smile and gaze always flustered you.

You heard Shalom chuckle, and oh, how that made your heart race. You shifted your gaze back to her, and she was looking at you with an amused smile. "Is there anything you want to say to me?" she asked in her usual gentle and soft tone.

There is... there's a lot you wanted to say. But for now, you just wanted to say how beautiful she looked and how much you desired your reward now, but you didn't want to sound too needy.

"There's nothing..." you trailed off as you looked at her, but she didn't seem too convinced. You had to say it. She probably knew what you wanted, anyway; she just wanted to hear it from you.

You took a deep breath, gathering the courage you needed before speaking. "I would like to... have my reward now." you said in a low voice, trying your best to maintain eye contact with her.

Shalom gave you a nod, and you watched as her hand moved toward your head, patting it gently as she looked at you lovingly. You tilted your head down, offering it for her affection. "You've been very obedient... good girl, good girl." she praised, and you couldn't hide the smile on your lips anymore. Perhaps your cheeks were a bit red right now, but that didn't matter.

Your heart was racing like crazy, and you were a bit worried that Shalom might be able to hear it. The gentle touch of her hand made your knees weak, and you just wanted this moment to last forever.

You felt so satisfied the moment Shalom lifted her hand, indeed, it was a reward, you thought. You wouldn't mind serving her for the rest of your life. Then Shalom moved her hand towards your chin, lifting your face up carefully.

"I'm looking forward to spending more days with you." Shalom says with a smile. She gently pulls your face towards her as she leans closer as well. She's so close that you have to close your eyes, just so you won't get too flustered.

She cupped your cheeks with both of her hands, and you felt her breath against your face. Is she going to kiss you? Your heart raced faster at the thought. But then you felt her soft lips against your forehead, making you open your eyes.

"Ah... thank you." you mumbled softly as you looked at her. Thinking it was done, you tried to pull yourself away, but Shalom isn't letting go of you. "I'm not done yet..." Shalom says, and you quickly nodded, staying still for her.

Shalom planted soft kisses on your nose, both of your cheeks, and then on your chin. This is what you've been dreaming of—receiving her affection like this. Your heart had calmed down, somehow. Her touch was relaxing, and her kisses gave you comfort.

Shalom stayed close to your face, looking into your eyes. You noticed her gaze shifting toward your lips before returning to your eyes. "May I?" she asked softly. You blinked repeatedly, pondering what she meant, although you already knew deep inside.

"Yes... please." you almost whispered, and Shalom chuckled at your response. "No need to be so stiff, okay?" she said, moving her face closer and closer slowly.

You nodded with a smile, and Shalom noticed your hands moving around, perhaps uncertain of where to touch. So her hand reached for yours, the other staying on your cheek. "Close your eyes..." she said firmly, yet it didn't sound like a command. You held her hand with both of yours as you closed your eyes.

Shalom gave your hand a light squeeze, as if letting you know that she's about to do it, and then she did it—soft lips pressing against yours. You held her hand tightly, leaning closer to her. Your lips parted slightly, catching hers in between yours.

You couldn't help but sigh in satisfaction as your lips brushed against each other in a tender kiss. Shalom's hand moved towards the back of your neck, pulling you even closer to deepen the kiss.

As if on instinct, your tongue moved towards her lips, tracing them with it as if asking for permission. Shalom responded by wrapping her arms around your neck and opening her mouth slightly, inviting you in.

Her tongue met yours in a delicious exchange, teasing and exploring every curve of each other's tongues. As the kiss deepened, you felt Shalom pulling you closer still until you were almost sitting on her lap. She arched her back slightly, pressing her body against yours as if trying to melt into your embrace.

You pulled away slightly, trying to catch your breath as a string of saliva connected you both. Shalom's tongue stuck out a bit, and her gentle eyes locked onto yours. "Keep going..." she whispered, encouraging you further into the moment.

As if in response to her words, an irresistible force drew you back towards her. You felt yourself being pulled down until you were on top of her, with her legs wrapped tightly around your waist.

You looked down at Shalom, her hands caressing your neck and ear as she gazed up at you with a smile. You couldn't help but wonder if this was part of your reward, or perhaps, if Shalom is more fond of you than you think.

"You gave yourself to me... and that is why I'm giving myself to you." Shalom trailed off, her voice barely above a whisper. She reached for your hand, guiding it slowly towards her chest.

Your breath caught in your throat as she placed your palm against the soft mound of flesh there. "Take me." she added, squeezing your hand gently between hers.

You stared at Shalom for a moment, her eyes locked onto yours as you gently squeezed one of her breasts. She let out a soft sound that was somehow both adorable and incredibly arousing. Unable to resist any longer, you began to fondle her other breast as well, your thumbs rubbing circles over the sensitive skin there.

Shalom arched her back slightly in response, offering herself more fully to you. The look on her face was one of pure surrender mixed with desire - it was clear that she wanted this just as much as you did.

"You're so soft." you mumbled, your fingers continuing their gentle massage. You couldn't help but notice how Shalom's nipples were starting to perk up and become more prominent through the thin fabric of her blouse.

"Mhm... that feels good," Shalom hummed softly. She reached up to your face, her thumb tracing gentle circles along your cheekbone as she looked at you with a mix of tenderness and anticipation. "What do you want to do now?" She asked quietly.

"You're not planning on just touching my breasts, are you?" Shalom asked with a teasing tone. Your cheeks flushed slightly at her words - did that mean there was more she wanted? or maybe you could do more with her?

"I want to make you feel good..." You replied, your voice a low rumble. "I want to... do more." With that, you squeezed her breasts gently but firmly once more - this time, just a bit harder than before. Shalom let out a soft moan of pleasure at the sensation, arching her back further into the mattress beneath her.

Shalom let out a sigh before chuckling. "More? I'm willing to give you all of me." she said, her arms wrapping around your neck as she ran her fingers through your hair. Her gentle touch felt so soothing that your mind could only focus on her.

No more words were needed. You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against Shalom's forehead. Your lips lingered there for just a moment before you gently cupped her cheeks in your hands.

Her eyes met yours once again - this time full of nothing but pure desire and invitation. It was as if she was daring you to take things further... and you couldn't help but be tempted by the offer.

As Shalom began to undo her own blouse, you couldn't help but watch in fascination as she slowly bared herself to you. Her bare chest was even more inviting than when you had seen it before - there was something about the way she offered herself up to you that made your heart race and your blood boil.

When she finally pulled your head down between her breasts, you didn't hesitate for a moment longer. Your mouth found one of her nipples almost instantly, tongue circling around it teasingly as you sucked gently on the sensitive flesh. She let out a soft moan, arching her back further into your touch.

"Hah... you really are mine," Shalom mumbled in between soft sounds of pleasure. "So eager to serve and please..." Her fingers continued to run through your hair as she watched you suckle at her nipple, the other now twisting gently between your fingers and you could feel her body tense and shudder slightly underneath yours.

Just as you were about to move onto her other breast, Shalom stopped you with a smile. The way your expression quickly turned shocked and sad made her laugh softly. "We're not stopping, don't make that face." She assured you gently, pecking your lips before pushing herself out of your embrace to reach underneath her bed.

Your eyes widened in surprise when she pulled out what looked like... a strap-on? You couldn't help but stare at it - the length of the toy held tightly in her hand, ready for use. It was quite large indeed, almost intimidating.

"I want you to use this on me," Shalom told you softly, "can you do that?" For a moment, you were taken aback by the request. But then something inside of you clicked into place - this was exactly what she wanted from you. With a nod, you took the toy from her hands gently.

As you slipped the strap-on onto yourself, Shalom quickly undressed herself completely. Her body was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp now, and it was hard not to get lost in her beauty for just a moment longer.

Shalom watched you intently as well. She couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at seeing how eager you were to please her - and how willing you were to try new things for her sake.

"I'm done." You told her softly, giving one last tug on the straps securing it in place. She smiled slightly at your nervousness before motioning towards the edge of the bed.

Shalom sat on the edge of the bed, slowly opening her legs to reveal her wet pussy. You couldn't help but gulp at the sight.

"Come here," She motioned with a finger, beckoning you closer. The moment you were in front of her, she smirked. "Kneel." Without hesitation, you quickly dropped down onto your knees before her.

You looked up at Shalom as her hand slowly rested on top of your head while her other hand reached down to spread her wet pussy lips apart with gentle fingers. The sight of her clit peeking out from its hood made you shiver with anticipation.

"I want you to make me cum with your mouth first," She told you softly, looking deep into your eyes. "Do you understand?" With that, she gave a firm tug on your hair to keep you locked in place.

"I understand..." As you leaned closer, Shalom's warmth enveloped your face. Your tongue started to yearn for contact with her wet folds, and when it finally did, it was a moment of pure ecstasy. The tangy-sweet flavor of her juices filled your mouth as you began to lap at them eagerly.

Shalom moaned softly in response, her fingers digging into your hair slightly more firmly. She loved the feeling of being worshipped like this; there was something so intensely erotic about having another person focus all their attention on bringing her pleasure.

With each lick and stroke of your tongue against her sensitive flesh, she felt herself growing even wetter. Her hips began to rock forward instinctively, pushing her clit harder against your eager mouth. "Oh fuck," She breathed out between gasps for air. "That feels so good..."

Shalom's moans and praises echoed through your mind, sending shivers of delight down your spine. You felt a newfound sense of power knowing that you were bringing her so much pleasure.

With renewed vigor, you focused on her clit once more - sucking it gently between your lips as you pressed your tongue against the sensitive nub. As she arched her back in response to your ministrations, you took things one step further by pushing your tongue deep inside her pussy.

Her juices continued to flow freely now; coating your mouth and chin. It was a messy affair - but both of you loved every second of it. "G-Good girl," She mumbled out softly between gasps for air. "Keep doing that... don't stop..." Shalom gripped your hair tighter, making you groan in response

As you felt Shalom's inner walls start to pulse around your tongue, you knew she was getting close. You looked up at her, watching as her eyes closed and her chest heaved with each ragged breath. It was a sight that sent shivers of excitement down your spine - something you never thought you would see.

Shalom held your head in both of her hands now, digging her nails into your scalp slightly as she ground her hips against your face. She needed more; she could feel it deep within her bones. Without hesitation, you obliged: licking harder, sucking harder, pushing deeper inside of her than ever before.

Her cries of pleasure filled the room now, echoing off the walls as her body trembled from sensation after sensation. "Fuck," She gasped out between moans. "I'm cumming... I'm cumming so hard..." And then she did – hot waves of ecstasy coursed through her veins as she came hard on your face, body trembling and her legs wrapping around your head.

As Shalom's orgasm finally subsided, you continued to lap at her juices eagerly - swallowing every last drop of her cum. She smiled proudly down at you now, reaching out a hand to gently ruffle your hair. "You're so fucking good..." She murmured softly, still caught in the afterglow of her climax.

As Shalom pulled you up, her fingers traced lightly over your cheeks and lips - drawing attention to the cum that still stained your skin. "You're so cute," She murmured softly with a grin spreading across her face.

Your hand moved instinctively towards your face in an attempt to wipe away some of the mess – but she stopped it gently. "Stay like that."

Without further prompting, Shalom pressed herself against you once more; this time your tongues tangled together in a passionate kiss. It was a long slow kiss filled with desire and lust for each other.

As Shalom tasted herself on your tongue, she moaned softly in approval. It was a sensation unlike anything else - hot and sweet and utterly addictive. She licked your mouth all over – tracing your lips with her tongue before sucking gently on it.

As Shalom broke away from the kiss, she gave your tongue one final long and hard sucking. It was a sensation that left you whimpering loudly in response – a mixture of pleasure and need so intense it felt almost overwhelming.

Shalom grinned at you, her fingers tracing lightly over your chest as she pushed you gently onto the bed. "Now..." She murmured softly.

Shalom leaned down and grabbed hold of your cock. Licking it slowly from base to tip before taking it into her mouth; her warm, wet tongue circling around the head while she covered it with her saliva. It was a sight that made your heart race and your breath hitch in your throat.

Despite it being a toy, you could feel pleasure just from watching her; from seeing how much she wanted this - how much she needed it deep inside of her.

As she took more of the thick shaft into her mouth, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan of approval. Her tongue danced around the head of your cock;

When your cock was finally covered in her saliva, Shalom moved on top of you, she took hold of your strap once more. Her smile was warm and inviting; her eyes locked onto yours as she began to rub the tip against her clit.

"I'll show you how it's done." She murmured, with one quick motion, she lowered herself down onto your shaft; her tight walls enveloping you in an instant. And when she finally positioned herself just right, she ground her hips forward slightly.

"Move your hips..." Shalom whispered softly, reaching down to guide your hands onto her hips. With a slow grind of her hips, she began moving up and down on your cock - taking you deeper into her body with each thrust.

Her breath came out in short gasps as she leaned forward slightly; her weight pressing against you in the most delicious way possible. As she bounced up and down on your shaft, it felt like every nerve ending in your body was alive with pleasure.

"Beautiful..." At your murmured compliment, Shalom's eyes lit up with pleasure. She leaned down slightly; her arms wrapping around you as she ground herself against you. The sensation of her breasts pressing against yours was indescribable – hot and heavy, each touch sending shivers of excitement through both of your bodies.

As you moved your hips in time with Shalom's, the pleasure intensified. Her breasts were pressed firmly against yours; her soft moans echoing through the room as she rode you harder and faster.

"That's it," She whispered into your ear once more. "Make me cum hard." And with that, she tightened her grip on you – straddling you with her legs wrapped around your waist in a way that made it impossible to move without pushing yourself deeper inside of her.

"Cumming..." You heard Shalom whisper, her body shuddered and trembled on top of you, you could feel her inner walls clenching tightly around your cock. And then she let out a muffled scream – biting down hard onto your shoulder as she was overcome by wave after wave of intense pleasure.

Her orgasm was fierce; its intensity almost too much to bear. But you pushed through it together - each thrust sending another shockwave coursing through both of your bodies until finally...

With one last deep groan, Shalom collapsed forward onto you; her breath coming in short little gasps for air. Shalom looked so vulnerable at the moment, with tears in her eyes and drool in the corner of her lips... you wanted to see more, you need to see more...

With careful gentleness, you sat up; pulling her close to your body before laying her down on the bed. Your cock was still buried deep inside of her as you took hold of her hips once again.

"Hold on, let me catch my breat– nngh!" Shalom threw her head back as you began to thrust into her once more, she arched her back with a moan. Her nails dug deep into your shoulder; she was trying desperately to push you off herself - to slow down the pace that felt too intense for her body at this moment.

But instead of pulling away or relenting, you leaned down and pinned her beneath your weight. "Bad girl," she murmured weakly. "listen to me...!" she said between her loud gasps and moans and without further warning, you picked up the speed – driving yourself deeper inside of her than ever before.

As you continued to thrust into her relentlessly, Shalom's face contorted with pleasure – and something else. It was clear that this was too much for her; the intensity of it all threatening to overwhelm her senses at times.

"Fuck fuck fuck..." she mumbled through gritted teeth, arching her back and throwing her head back as a soft moan escaped from between her lips. You couldn't resist taking advantage of her vulnerability; moving your face closer until one of her nipples was in your mouth. With a growl, you sucked hard enough to make her eyes roll back in her head.

"I'm sorry... let me pleasure you more, please..." You whispered against her skin, and just like that, Shalom was lost. Her body trembled uncontrollably beneath yours as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her. She cried out – her voice hoarse from moaning since earlier.

Shalom's body shook with every passing moment; her nails digging into your back as she held on tight. Her legs were wrapped around you, keeping you buried deep inside of her while pushing you deeper still with each thrust.

Without thinking twice about it, you continued to push yourself even further into her – hitting that sweet spot within her walls that made her whole body tremble uncontrollably beneath yours.

As Shalom pulled you as close to her as she could, you felt the warmth of her breath against your skin. And then she bit down hard onto your shoulder once more – a clear sign that another orgasm was imminent.

Unable to resist any longer, you continued hitting that spot inside of her; relentlessly and repeatedly until finally...

With one last cry of pleasure mixed with pain, Shalom squirted uncontrollably - wetting the sheets beneath in an intense burst of release. Her body shook violently for what seemed like forever before finally beginning to slow down.

You watched as Shalom gasped for air; her body still trembling. "Are you okay...?" You murmured softly, giving her slow thrusts to help ease her back into reality bit by bit. As you took hold of her hair – smoothing it down and fixing it up a little – she nodded slowly in response.

You hugged Shalom closely now, planting kisses all over her face as an apology for not listening to her earlier. "Where did you learn to do that, hm?" Shalom asked softly, still trying to catch her breath while her eyes fixed on you.

"Perhaps... you've been serving another woman with your body like this?" She added with a teasing tone, and you quickly shook your head in denial. "I would never!" You responded immediately.

Shalom chuckled before sighing in satisfaction. "I was just kidding. I will never let you serve anyone else. You're mine... and mine alone." You couldn't help but chuckle as well, nodding while looking at Shalom lovingly as you got off of her and laid down beside her, wrapping your arms around her in a warm embrace.

"You have to cuddle me all night, do you understand?" Shalom hugged you back tightly, her gaze half-lidded. "You're not allowed to leave my side, not even for a second." she added with a gentle smile.

"I understand..." you mumbled, planting a soft kiss on her lips before pulling the blanket over your bare bodies. You could hear Shalom humming as she buried her head on your chest, snuggling even closer.

[feixiiao]

kafka fans are fainting after discovering path to nowhere's shalom (same)

[theaverageptncasualenjoyer]

"We're not even dating." "But you belong to me." Shalom (Fem MBCC intel officer)

An: I'm back 🥳 But, only for a quick while before I have think about the romance department more... 🤢🤮 This'll be angst, jealousy, misunderstandings, lowkey toxic shalom, and suggestive themes, mentions of sex...

It started out as a one night stand, then turned into something more... Honestly, I don't know what came over me, thinking this was a good idea... But, there was no turning back once I caved, and asked for more... I'll always end up waking to no one by my side. Perhaps I enjoy the pain that comes after pleasure, which I shouldn't be. I felt sick, though I never tire of seeking her warmth. She is no saint although I'll gladly become a sinner just for her to look my way. But of course, she'll always look at her damn bodyguard's way... What does she have that I don't? I may be powerless, but I'm the one who's with her at nights like these... For her desire of flesh, I am the one who satiate her needs... Still, I end up losing to a woman who does not engage in such affairs. Shalom had told me once, while I lay underneath her, that her bodyguard has no interest in regards to mindless sex. She once attempted to seduce her, but to no avail, her bodyguard does not indulge. We're not lovers, so why must I feel this way...? It feels so wrong, but at the same time right to possess such feelings... I am fully aware about having no right to behave in a manner. But I can't help it. She disappears in my life, only to come back after weeks or even months without contact. My body has been drained, and my love had diminished. Like a candle lit flame that had been burning for too long, it's flames have extinguished after it's overuse. Perhaps it is time for me to move on. A week after her disappearance, I started working as an intelligence officer at the MBCC. Little did I know that she would soon enter my life again after 4 months of working as an intelligence officer. I moved places, to a new apartment near my workplace. I managed to fix myself, slowly. I don't think about her too much. After all, I ended up having a small crush on Matilda. There was just something about her that had me catching feelings for the sinner, maybe it was that side of hers that only a few had known, her caring nature, her ability to observe others in a way that she is able to tell when a person is troubled, and how she ensures that I am safe and protected. She and I grew closer over the past few months. I saw Shalom and the bodyguard that she would mention during our intimacy... This time, I didn't feel some sort of envy towards her bodyguard. Only contentment as I met eyes with Matilda next to Shalom, walking towards me as I greet her warmly. Shalom didn't like the interaction. My eyes softened, as I went somewhere with Matilda. Shalom couldn't resist asking the chief as to what was my relationship with Matilda, to which the chief responds, "The two of them are close friends. Though, it could be something more." The chief paused, and then continued, "I wouldn't be surprised if they ended up together." The chief concludes with an amused chuckle. Shalom did not appreciate that. I was now currently on break, lounging around in the breakroom. Waiting for coffee to brew. I didn't notice Shalom entering the room, eyes immediately locked onto my figure, as I unknowingly hum and waited for my coffee. She then spoke up, causing me to freeze up, unable to turn around and face her. "So, you and the councilor's niece, huh..." I grimace, not wanting to have this conversation. "...What do you want now, Shalom?" Her eyes narrowed, not liking the way I wasn't interested in a conversation with her at all. "I left for months, and you suddenly have some other woman to play around with?" I didn't like the way she was talking to Matilda like that, so I responded, "Play around? Is that all you think about?" my voiced laced with venom. "Oh, how sweet. Her knight and shining armor had come to defend her. Do you want a reward?" Her tone was sarcastic. I ignored her reply, choosing to focus on getting my coffee instead of entertaining her. That was all I was to her, anyways. A joke. To be played around with. I'm not even surprised at all.

"Don't ignore me, dear." She hissed, approaching me. I quickly grabbed my cup, and side stepped. "..." I walked past her, shocking her as I went outside. Without a word. She quickly catch up to me, grabbing my wrist. "I am not done talking to you." "But I am. Matilda's waiting for me." Her eyes darkened. "Matilda this, Matilda that. When will you quit the charades? You're doing this to make me jealous." I can feel the jealousy on her words, causing me to blink slowly. "...Excuse me? Do you really think I hang out with Matilda just because I want to waste time making you feel that way? Gross." I say, disgusted before pulling my hand away from her grasp. I looked her up and down. "I don't know what's wrong with you, but don't ever talk to me again." I then went ahead. Making shalom clench her coat sleeve... Don't come back to my life suddenly and act all possessive towards me. We're not even lovers, so why act that way? I thought grimly as I met up with Matilda. Matilda was now someone who I trust with my secrets. She knew about me and Shalom, it made her angry and more protective of me whenever Shalom visits the MBCC. Shalom didn't help at all by increasing the tension, taunting Matilda; She paid no mind to the bait that Shalom obviously presented to her. She grew more and more jealous at the relationship between me and Matilda, without knowing that me and her were just friends. I realized that Matilda felt more of a sister to me, rather than someone who I like in a romantic way, Matilda expressed the same feeling as well. One night, Shalom couldn't take it anymore. She had enough of seeing my closeness with Matilda. The lingering stares, touches, and the secrecy of words being whispered to one another's ear had plagued Shalom's mind all day. She had to stop this madness before her mania level will consume her... Meanwhile, I was busy in my office trying to connect the dots about the incident earlier that had happened outside of the MBCC's building. I heard the door swung open, and had expected it to be the chief. I was wrong. It was Shalom. After seeing who it was, I closed my eyes and heaved a deep sigh. I didn't want to deal with her, but I have to. It must be something important. "Do you require assistance, miss Shalom?" My voice held a professional tone to it, as I paused reading the files. "No, but I have something that I wanted to talk about." Making me nod stiffly. "...Alright." I looked at her with nothingness, making her feel... Odd about the look. "...Do you feel nothing towards me now?" She starts, as she met my gaze with a hint of sadness. "...Hm." I answered it vaguely, unable to comprehend why the question all of the sudden. She sits on my desk, papers long forgotten as she made herself comfortable. "What happened to the nights that we once shared together? Do you not miss it?" It took me a while to process it. "I mean... It's been months. I've been busy, you're busy as well." Her hand made its way to my chin, cupping it. "Don't you... Miss me?" Her voice, velvety, it almost made me shiver, if not for the fact that I just felt uncomfortable right now. "Um, not really?" My voice was uncertain, unable to determine if I indeed missed her at all. Making her frown. "What does Matilda have that I don't? Why is she so special to you?" Making me confused. Is she saying that Matilda is my girlfriend...? A baffled look made its way to my face, making her question me. "...You did not think I would notice, didn't you." As if stating a fact. I awkwardly replied, "We're close friends..." Her eyes had soften for a bit, but then narrowed. "You're kidding. You are together." "We're not." I state calmly. "I've seen the way you look at her. It's unnerving."

A shadow had crowded over Shalom's eyes. I sighed, explaining further about my relationship with Matilda. After explaining it for a bit, she seemed to have lighten up. "There. Now, do you get it?" She nods. "Yes. Now, I can do this..." She suddenly grabbed my collar and pulled me towards her. Making the space nonexistent between us. My breath hitched, heat immediately crept up to my face. Shalom took notice. "Ah, there it is. How I've missed that look." She cooed, making me jerk backwards and her grip loosening due to the sudden reaction. "Don't do this to me, Shalom." I hissed, upset at her actions. She then looked hurt. "What's wrong? Do you not perhaps want to continue our relationship?" I swiftly got out of my desk and made my way to the door. "Oh, no. I am not about to enter in that relationship again. I'm leaving." Her hand had grasped my wrist that was already twisting the door knob, in swift movement. "Tell me, what's wrong..." "Everything is! This whole thing started as an accident and ended with an MISTAKE! Shalom, god... I don't know how you are able to do this with a straight face, but I can't do this anymore. I want out." She then glared at me and responded. "It wasn't a mistake, tell me you didn't just say that now." Making me more irritable at the response. "What? Do you want me to pretend that it wasn't? Because it was! So stop!" She then cupped my face. "It wasn't to me. It might've started that way, but I ended up falling for you." Making me look at her in shock. "No, you're only saying that because you just want the sex." I hated sounding like I was hurt over this, when I know damn well when it was supposed to be that way anyways. "Why does it matter to you so much?" I sound distressed, pushing her away from me with much force. "We're not even dating." Shalom's next actions and words had caught me off guard. "But you belong to me." Her hand found it's way to my waist, pulling me towards her body once more. "Can't you see, that I feel strongly about you dear?" Her voice murmured against my collarbone. Teeth nipping at it, as I fail to conceal my voice. "I don't want anyone else but me to be near you, to have you, and to love you this way..." She possessively said, cupping my cheek with her free hand and tracing her thumb on my face, rubbing circles. "I'm obsessed with you, the reason why I am not able to return right away... Was because of how addicted I was from your warmth. It wasn't just the sex. I promise..." She soothes me by sucking on my neck, leaving a trail of marks as she worked her way up to my lips. "I love you. I want you to be mine, to belong to me... Darling." She whispered in my lips. I let her devour me. Whole. "You're mine. I don't intend to share you or settle for second best. No one compares to you." She declared. I whimpered. "What about your bodyguard? Didn't you lust for her as well...?" She smirks, unzipping my skirt and tracing my underwear. "Oh, her? I only said that to make you jealous. I wanted you to act possessive of me. But it backfired." She explained, but not before harshly tugging down my skirt, tearing off my blouse. "All of these... Are for my eyes only. I regret teasing you. Allow me to make up for it..." She then harshly palmed my breast while my bra was on. Her fingers danced around my inner thigh...

[beiibeiii]

The things I'd do to get sandwiched between rahu and Shalom is unimaginable omg

- ⭐️ anon

OH MY GOD.. NOO ME TOO I LOVE RAHU AND SHALOM SM AHSJJSS SORRY TOOK MONTHS TO RESPOND 💀 SOB REALLY SHORT

smut under the cut

you don't know how you even ended up in this situation. it's been hours now. the only thing you've felt is rahu's massive cock plowing into your wet cunt repeatedly. filling you right up with her hot load over and over again. you can hear shaloms breathy praises as she grinds her cunt over your tits. your cute erect nipple nudging into her clit.

"ngh.. feels good.." shalom moans out, her eyes squeezing shut in pleasure.

fuck, you can feel her slick drip down your tits. your eyes roll back, your hoarse moans filling the room.

rahu grunts hard as her fat cock stretches you out so well. she watches as your pussy swallow her cock in so perfectly. her grip on your thighs is burning into your skin. shalom makes out with you. her tongue slipping into your mouth. muffling your moans as she grinds harder over your nipple. you don't even know how many times you've came already. yours and rahu's mixed cum run down your thighs. your stomach had already swelled from her cum and her dick. your arousal pools in between your thighs, staining the mattress.

shalom lightly bites on your lower lip as she finally pulls away. your feel the light pulse on your lip. god you were being drowned in a ecstasy of pleasure. you feel absolutely breathless. you both pant, forcing air down your lungs. rahu feels as your warm walls tighten on her. squeezing her cock so well, god you liked that didn't you?

"fuck.. she got tighter!" rahu whines out.

your taking them like the good girl you are. entertain them for just a few more rounds, would you?

[shalomniscient]

shshdhhdjjsjs shalom………….. i miss her 😔😔😔 having so many thoughts about her but mmmm post-canon shalom………..

the past is miles behind you both, and buried deep beneath the soil. its corpse now feeds the fertile flowerbeds of your backyard gardens, encouraging blooms of roses and lillies and daisies and daffodils. shalom tends to her flowers every morning, and drags you out too—lest her notorious anti-green thumb cause her beloved flowers to wilt.

she stays at home while you go out to run a few errands and odd jobs here and there; you may be on a luxurious government pension, but the lack of something to do has never sat right with you. so you leave in the late mornings with a kiss pressed to her crown, and return just before golden hour with another against her lips. but sometimes— sometimes, the house seems a little too quiet when you’re gone. she knows you aren’t truly gone, and that you’ll always come back to her, but, well.

she misses you. that’s all there is to it.

and it’s what moves her to call you on a particularly gloomy afternoon. you were out, as usual, this time helping out a local store with some deliveries. she had smiled, amused, when you told her about the job— you never could turn down a request for help. it’s part of what she adores so deeply about you, enough to defy the will of heaven itself for your sake.

she counts the number of times the phone rings after she dials you—once, twice, almost thrice before you pick up. there’s a slight breathless quality to your voice when you speak.

“hey,” you say, and she can hear the smile in your voice. it makes one tug at her lips too.

“hello to you too,” she hums in return, leaning against the window as she sits in the little alcove, watching the grey sky and the lazy, rolling clouds. “i’m not disturbing, am i?”

“never,” is your immediate, sure answer. her heart jumps a little in her chest at the sound, and she brushes a hand over the firm plane of her breastbone, feeling the pitter-patter of the organ beneath.

“such a smooth talker.”

“i learned from the best.”

her neck and ears warm, and she breathes a laugh against the cool surface of her phone. “is that so?”

“sure is,” you confirm, and she hears vaguely the sound of muffled conversation and the rustle of a bag. you cup your hand over the reciever, speaking to whoever it was beside you, before talking to her again. “was there something you needed?”

was there? shalom ponders the question briefly. the answer comes quickly to her, and she needed not any of paradeisos’s great computational techniques to find it. the answer was always there, locked in her once-unfeeling heart.

i need you, she thinks, always. “no,” is what she answers.

you’re silent for a moment on the other line, then hum quietly. “okay. i’ll see you soon, then.”

“yes,” she breathes, eyes fluttering shut. funny, how she could once rip and tear even the strongest of people into nothingness with just her tongue, but when it comes to saying those words to you she finds it tied into knots, heavy like lead in her mouth. you end the call, and shalom lets her head thud against the wall as she looks up at that overcast sky.

but then, not even a few moments later, she hears the rattling of keys in the door, and a layer of tension settles over her form like morning dew. she can’t help the slight widening of her eyes or the surprised part of her lips when she sees you walk into the room, a knowing look in your eye and a gentle smile playing on your lips. there’s a paper bag in your hands, and it smells like freshly baked pastries.

“you came,” she manages, her voice uncharacteristically small as she cranes her head upwards while you lean down, letting your forehead rest against hers.

“you called,” you answer softly, then let out a tiny chuckle against her lips as your free hand runs through her wine-red hair to settle at the nape of her neck. “or not exactly, but i know you.”

she kisses you instead of saying anything else, because no word that she knows could ever do justice the way she feels about you. she remembers, distantly, reading a poem on love—on a love so much greater than words, that the poet has chosen to fall silent. she did not understand then, but she understands now. your words echo in her mind and the four chambers of her racing heart, carried by her blood to every fiber of her being.

i know you.

yes, she thinks as she parts from you, gazing into your eyes, fathomlessly deep with love. yes, you know her, and for once in her life that prospect doesn’t fill her with something adjacent to dread. for what is there to dread about being known, other than the fact it shows she is loved?

[purpleberiii]

"You belong to me"

☆Prompt: Shalom and Reader has been friends since childhood and Reader has always been in love with Shalom until one day, Reader had to move away and she never saw Shalom again. Shalom hadn't figured out her feelings for Reader but one thing she knows for sure is that Reader belongs to her.

☆Warnings: Possessive Shalom, G!P Reader, nothing too intense, quite an innocent reader, Slight Anne x reader, beef between two of my wives (Anne and Shalom)

Growing up in Syndicate, it was not a good life. You got bullied and beaten every day, made fun of because of the way you looked. When you moved to the East Side, under the care of the Nineth Agency, life became immediately better, and it became the best point in your life when you met Shalom. Together you and Shalom battled the world and every danger it threw at you. One thing you knew for sure was that you were in love with her and when you told her, she replied with this, "Oh? You like me? That's quite unexpected. But I can't give you an answer now. I don't understand how my heart works."

The next day, Shalom disappeared. You knew she wasn't dead, but she just randomly disappeared. You grew up years later, still stuck on that beauty. Even after being appointed Chief, and hundreds of women threw themselves at you, you rejected them, your heart and love was for Shalom. But with recent events, you ended up back in Syndicate, and you met a wonderful doctor, Anne. She was gentle and soft spoken, reminding you of Shalom and slowly your feelings dissolved for Shalom and re-grew for Anne. The two of you started hanging out, it wasn't nothing to serious but you saw potential.

You were peacefully in your office when you got a call from the arrest captain that an unknown Sinner was there. She was accompanied by some members of FAC, meaning that she was VIP. She even requested to meet you specifically and when you entered the room, your heart left your body. "Shalom?" You whispered softly.

Shalom had that gentle smile, one you had grown to love and cherish. "Why isn't it the Chief of MBCC? How have you been, old friend?" She smiled, her smile carrying a familiar warmth in it.

"Cut the crap! Where have you been?! Why did you suddenly disappear like that?!" You approached Shalom and pulled her into a hug. Shalom didn't hug back for a few seconds.

"I've been quite alright. How are you? Did you meet anyone interesting these days?" She smiled, a knowing smile.

Now that you met her again, feelings that you've buried deep down resurfaced back again and you suddenly felt it difficult to speak. "I-uh...I no...yeah...."

"Yes? No? Which one is it? Don't be shy tell me." She chuckled slightly.

"...I can't tell you where I was. But all that matters is that I'm back and yes... I've missed you as well." Shalom returned the hug, and buried her face in your neck, inhaling the scent of your body which made goosebumps arise.

"I've heard what happened these past few months. I didn't know my y/n had the courage to stop two black rings," she sat on the chair as you did on the opposite one.

"It was my duty to interfere."

"Hmm? You've gone cold y/n. Did my absence affect you that much?"

"You-" you gritted your teeth before sighing.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you. Shalom I-"

"Shh~ no need to tell me more. I can clearly see how you feel."

"...what do you mean?" You hadn't realised you were crying until you felt a tear rush down your eyes. Quickly, you wiped it away before returning your gaze to a smiling Shalom.

"Why are you here?"

"I've been sent by the FAC to assist the MBCC on their tasks for the next few months."

"I don't need your help. The MBCC is capable enough to handle our own problems."

"Well... don't tell me... tell the FAC."

Facing the FAC was a big no for you. You already have problems with the Nineth Agency so you don't wanna get under the radar of the even higher ups.

You stood up and motioned for Shalom to follow you. The two of you walked through the MBCC building, showing Shalom around. When you arrived at the nurse's quarters, you were immediately greeted by Anne, who had a bright smile on her face. "Ah Chief, I've wanted to see you," she peeked behind you to see Shalom standing behind you with an expression you couldn't read.

"Who is that?"

"This is Shalom, she'll be assisting us for the next few months. Shalom, this is Anne my um... Nurse."

"Nurse? It's a pleasure to meet you Anne," Shalom smiled bitterly. Anne returned the smile.

"Likewise Shalom." Although no words were spoken after that, you could tell that a battle had started between the two. Anne didn't sense any good vibes from Shalom and Shalom didn't like the fact that Anne was close to you.

"Well uh-we-we-i have to keep showing Shalom around. I'll see you later, babe-um I mean Anne."

Anne looked at you with a raised eyebrow. Why did you change your nickname from babe to Anne. "Are we still on for tonight, Chief? I've bought a beautiful red dress that I'd love to try on for you!"

"Ah, yes yes I-we're still on." You nodded before hurriedly pushing Shalom out. The two of you headed back to your office where you immediately collapsed onto the couch.

"Anne huh? More like babe," she chuckled darkly. You didn't understand why she suddenly changed behaviour but all you understood was that Shalom was jealous and it was radiating off of her like perfume. "Do you think that the higher ups will let this slide, Chief?"

"T-they don't know."

"How long do you think this secret will be hidden? Eventually, they will find out. I advice you to quit your relationship with that nurse of yours." Something in her tone suggested that she was pissed.

"Okay? And why do you care all of a sudden about who I date huh?" Shalom chuckled as she straddled your lap, cupping your face while stroking your cheek.

"Because my dear Chief, you belong to me."

[lirational]

Bait

Eldritch AU Path to Nowhere inspired by this image.

Monster!Shalom x Reader

Warnings: Dark content, dubious consent, general monsterfuckery, implied breeding, questionable anatomy, questionable science ethics or honestly ethics in general. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

SMUT UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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“It seems that they take a particular enjoyment to observing both of us.”

A statement, not a question. You were used to observing beings that are not of this world, captured by unknown means and now kept here to minimize their danger to the world at large. Monsters. You hesitate to call them that, as the term implies they were driven by familiar, animalistic instincts much like creatures of this world, while they seem to operate less on instinct and more on an unfathomable logic that you, and most human beings, lack the capacity to comprehend, a phenomenon which you and everyone here would witness whenever any of them deigned to entertain themselves with your reactions.

Perhaps, you should count yourself lucky that even after the higher ups captured them and shoved them in this facility designed as a cage, most of them were willing to adapt to parameters acceptable to humans. You’ve seen the ease of which some of them ruin lives when agitated, remembering that hapless scientist who tried to debate S-087 about the true nature of the universe and ended up being a little less, ah, comprehensible after she witnessed a glimpse of something not meant to be seen. You shudder, lost in the thought of the fate of your colleague after that ordeal instead of entertaining the monster in front of you with a response—

A cold feeling interrupted your thoughts, slender fingers wrapping on your wrist as the monster directed your hand to touch her cheek. She was now only centimeters away from your face, her fingers playing with your hand as she asked, “Your thoughts seem to be wandering away. What is it in your expression, ah, penny for your thoughts?”

She paused, letting her words sink in. In that brief moment, the triangular symbol in her eye seemed to flicker and flash.

“I cannot say I like being treated as if I’m not present.”

“S-017, I only wanted to record more information about that World of Mania you mentioned. Your thoughts about the research procedure is irrelevant,” you answer, the fake detachment all too evident to you. A part of you dislike treating her in such a cold manner, but this was one of the most basic things they drilled in your training manual. They are not people, there is no need to treat them as such, and don’t show your fear to them, for they might - and on occassions, have - take advantage of it.

“It’s Shalom,” she responded, her smile unfading, face close enough you could feel the warmth of her breathing. You have been warned about this, read the case files about how Sha— S-017 presents a veneer of perfection in each of her movements, and only when you pay very close attention you can see traces of her inhumanity. Every single part of her seems to be sculpted without flaw, from her porcelain skin to her doctored expressions, down to the vivid shade of maroon hair that faded into white as they tickled your skin and pooled on your lap from your proximity. Some of your colleagues have theorized that her perfection was meant to lull, to decrease one’s wariness towards her and lure people’s eyes from her less human traits. About the only part of her that gives away her true nature was the triangle in her right eye, but you suspect that if she didn’t want to show that part of her, you won’t even know it was there. “Perhaps it is irrelevant to the scheduled questioning we’re having right now, but I’m sure you are familiar with scientific curiosity.”

In that moment, your senses tinged a little as cold, vivid blue invaded the edges of your vision. A warning? Even if Shalom didn’t mean it as that, you’d rather not push it into a situation where being smashed into bloody pulp is the least undesirable fate. Many of your colleagues have theorized that the creatures held here merely stayed because the facility provided a measure of entertainment or possess something they want, and if any of them has a shred of determination to escape, the facility would be gone without a trace in the time it took for you to blink.

“I’m sorry, Shalom, may I ask you to elaborate about the World of Mania you mentioned in our last session?” You indulged her.

“Mhm, that’s more like it,” she hummed, clearly pleased. “Sure, I don’t mind, maybe I’ll tell you later.”

In your overstuffed armchair, you could feel something slither onto you, her stare anchoring you in place as the foreign tendril slides up your leg. More joined to trace your arms, and you glance at the camera stationed nearby, wordlessly pleading for the scientist watching the whole thing to get up and get help. It didn’t take long for Shalom to use another of her tendrils as a lithe finger to tilt your chin back to her, drowning you into her unmoving stare, “I will tell you, but in exchange…” she let her words sink in for a moment, “Won’t you entertain me?”

There was no need to be a, well, rocket scientist to understand what she was getting at. Her words carried a certain cadence to it, and you squirm in response, your head turning to look at the camera to scream for help, the monster’s feelings be damned. However, she was faster, one tendril rubbing circles on your clothed clit, the other teasing your lips, before holding down your tongue to render your plea ineffective. For a moment, blue flooded your vision, and when it subsided, the space around you has been warped, the door out of this room buried behind layers and layers of walls as the space itself warped to form a dark, foreboding maze. Did they not see what happened to you? Did they decide to dispose of you as punishment for something you weren’t aware of—?

“Again, what is bothering you? Ah, let me guess, are you bothered by the eyes trained on us?”

“S-017, I’m not here to, in your words, entertain you. You’re crossing and breaking several— ah, facility rules we are both bound with,” your voice was shaking, the authority and distance you tried to imbue into it fading as you gulp at the feeling of another tendril slipping past the band of your undergarments to play at your shamefully wet core. Your back was pressed to the stuffed chair, your movements limited as the tendrils around your limbs started to tighten, not enough to hurt, but enough to disallow you from moving even an inch without her permission.

From your files, S-017 seemed to be the rational sort, and you hoped the appeal to her rationality would allow you to escape this horrifying predicament. Even as your body started to ache and quiver with need from Shalom’s teasing touches, you still have enough of a mind to remember that both of you are being watched and recorded. At least, you would buy another few precious seconds for the security squad to come barging in, hopefully distracting her—

“Frankly, your rules hold no relevance to me,” Shalom answered, mismatched eyes glancing at the direction of what seemed to be a wall she erected herself by warping the space. “I’m sure you are familiar with the concept of bartering, hm? You get information, and I get a little bit of entertainment while I’m cooped in here. It’s a win-win for both of us, hm?”

Each word from her lips seem to infuse the air itself, thickening each breath you take in and eroding your reason to stoke your desire. Shalom stood up, taking a step back while she snapped her fingers, engulfing the chair you sat on with a gelatinous substance before the object disappeared into the darkness. Now, you were only held up by her tendrils, helplessly hung in the air as she drank in your appearance. Four more tentacles, two sliding out from somewhere on her back and the others from behind her legs, move towards you and made quick work on your clothes, the articles left to drop in a haphazard pile on the floor.

“I’m not here for you, or anyone else to have sex with. I will forward the request for approval to the facility if you want something of that nature, but—“

In that moment, the symbol on her right eye seems to bore right into your soul, then she stroked your cheek, voice soothing, tickling the air and making you gulp. Was it fear or anticipation? You could no longer be sure. “What got you so frightened? You will not share the fate of your colleagues, or come back as anything else but a normal, living person. Does it count as killing you a little if you come back out perhaps a bit exhausted?” She mused, practiced amusement sliding into her tone. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it pleasurable for you, too.”

Another couple of tendrils engulfed her clothes, and you were left with the sight of her naked body. Just how many did she hide behind that human appearance of hers? Regardless, like what you had always seen, every part of her was sculpted to perfection, any blemish and flaw hidden, or perhaps, she never allowed any to mar her. A few of your colleagues had theorized she made her own body, or perhaps, stole one from an unsuspecting person before she came to be imprisoned in the facility, but regardless, S-017 - Shalom’s perfectionism was well-known among your fellow researchers, to an unsettling degree.

“Does this body appeal to you?” The question snapped you out of your own reverie, not helped as she emphasizes her words with a rough pinch on your nipples. She sounded amused, sitting on thin air propped with her own alien limbs. This was the first time you had ever gotten a proper look of them, the tendrils starting with a vivid maroon of her hair, before fading to white and glowing in a bright, luminescent blue at the tips.

“Answer me,” she demanded, tendrils forcing you to look at her eyes. A lulling blue glow flooded your vision for a moment, and when it fades, your mind felt hazy, cloudy, your inhibition loosening as approval tumbled down from your lips. It felt good, it felt good as she smiled, and at least, even if the facility won’t send anyone, you can take comfort in the fact that the monster before you seem to be fond enough of you. The limbs propping you up shifted and made you lean forward, ass up in the air, another tentacle invading your puckered hole, only leaving your mouth free.

“Service me, and I’ll see that you’re returned, more or less unharmed.”

Accompanied with a flash of blue in your vision, her order seeped into your mind in a more direct way compared to a verbal command, an easy pleasure invading your body as you leaned as close as she allowed you, to the dripping slit between her legs. Hesitation screamed at the edge of your thoughts, yet, you could no longer process it, your tongue lapping at her with the fervor rivalling one induced by addiction. Your reward came in the form of pleasure as the tendrils nestled inside you start to move in tune with your movements, brushing that spongy spot while unnatural glee washed all over your body. It was as if each of the monster’s words carry a hidden reward, one that would be released as flashes of happiness as you obeyed her.

As your climb ever closer to your peak, Shalom released two more tendrils from her back, covering your eyes until all you could feel, could hear, could taste, was her, her moans of pleasure that sends happiness jolting straight into your quivering body, and the feeling of her tendrils invading deep, deep into you as if to prevent you from knowing, perceiving anything else. In the darkness, your senses felt sharper, each brush becoming tenfold in its intensity as you felt yourself thrown and engulfed in the throes of pleasure.

Everything was heightened, sharper. As you reached that sweet release, you tasted her release right at the same time, only for it to be snatched in an instant as you taste the monster’s lips on yours. You were far too distracted, unaware as foreign objects settled deep in your body, only feeling the oddity for a moment before you were dragged back to feel the full force of pleasure. She swallowed your screams, leaving you dripping, out of breath, and hung suspended in the air as the tentacles covering your eyes start to shift away, allowing you your sight again, to see Shalom looking especially pleased with herself. In contrast to the mess you were in, she had already dressed herself, no proof of the pleasure you had shared could be seen on her.

A contrast to your messed-up state.

While propping you up, she lowered you and let you stand, and in a flash of blue in your vision, you were already dressed.

“That completes the deal, as for my end—“

A tentacle probed into your head, not at all painful, yet there was a strangeness to it that you couldn’t put your finger on. As it reached a part of your mind, you saw images, information engraved directly into your memories. It felt like an eternity before she released her hold on you, and when she did, the room has returned to its prior state, no trace of the maze in sight.

“Huh…?” You mumble, dumbfounded. “Did no one see that, or was that just a—“

“Dream? Of course not, they have been pretty busy, I might add, but they can’t reach both of us in the corner of an ever-shifting maze. I would estimate it will take them around a century to find the exit, if they keep searching the entire time,” Shalom smiled at your dumbfounded expression, “Don’t worry, once you open that door, they’ll be transported back somewhere in this building. After all, I want you to be able to come back here without suffering any consequence, but…”

Her smile turns hungry.

“Come back in time, otherwise, you’ll be in for quite an amusing experience, alright?”

[shrimshrim4fun]

Random thing I’ve been thinking about is before you and Shalom started to date she would “stalk” interact with you a lot. She’ll note lots of things you like, hobbies, certain things you do everyday, etc. She probably even remember your period cycle before you guys start dating. I love this woman you don’t know how much I do 😭 But I present to you……

Dating Headcanons for Shalom

SFW

-Very dotting person and notes if you’re uncomfortable or anything. You can’t hide your emotions from her. Though her emotions are hard to tell. If you know her well enough you’ll see flicks in her eyes that somewhat can tell her emotions.

-She’s usually the one to drag you to social events and the one to step in front of you and protect you from people talking to you if you’re shy. She’ll usually tease about your shyness when you guys are going home.

-Her biggest ways of showing affection would be words of affirmation and physical touch in general. Her soothing voice is like honey as she holds you close to her. Hands running through your hair as you lay on her lap.

-In return she loves if you do stuff for her. As simple as planning a date or preparing a bath for her. Also gifts are a big thing for both of you. She has a special box dedicated to the gifts you get her. From handmade brackets to jewelry. She keeps them all. She especially loves the ones that she can wear or shaped as flowers….

-She would be very happy if you can keep flowers alive, because she can’t. But do not fret if you both can’t keep them alive she likes to the arts and crafts to make flowers out all sorts of things. She does them on her free time with you as she plays her record player in the background.

-Sometimes she’ll have nightmares about when she entered BR-002 and how got targeted by an Underground hitman which made her fall into a deep coma. Her body would slightly tense up and hug you tighter. She doesn’t say anything but you know that you shouldn’t pull away. You hug her tighter as if trying to give her some comfort as she nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

NSFW

-She is 100% a power bottom so she likes to be in control but still likes to get pleased. You go at the speed she likes and you obey what she tells you to do like a good girl.

-Her fingers are very nimble and slim also long so she can reach deep inside of you and make you cum within minutes.

-Quite big into body worshiping. She lays on the bed like the pillow princess she is as you run your fingers along her body. Moving across every crook and nook. Moving your hands down her curves as you murmur praises to her while make her shiver.

-The sounds she make is like music to your ears. Small moans as you please her boosts your ego a bit too much. So she sometimes will try to cut off her moans a bit or use her hand to block her moans just to make you huff; due to her blocking her beautiful sounds from you.

-Also loves it when she runs her hands through your body. You sudden gasps and sounds as she pry and touch at her spots on your body. Explores your body like it’s some type of puzzle that she will figure out. She’ll hum softly as she runs her fingers over your body.

-Into pet play. Having a custom collar around your neck. It’s red with a light hint of purple to it. It’s somewhat thick with a tag named Shalom on it. On the side is a golden ring which she can clip a collar onto. You’re on your knees between her legs as she tugs the collar up so you look at her.

-Her aftercare is also really nice. A nice bath with some candles on the side. Her record playing spinning as you lay against each other in the warm water. (Usually leads to another round) Likes running her hands through your hair as she murmurs what a good girl you were.

I love this woman so much 😭😭😭😭 I cannot express how much I love. I NEED her. I wasn’t playing during her banner so I’m saving up until she has a rerun (which is proabably gonna be around October) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I want to write a self ship with her so bad 😞

[shalomsexual]

UNRECIPROCATED HEARTS

Prompt: In which Shalom and Reader are friends with benefits and reader is deeply in love with Shalom to which Shalom does not reciprocate those feelings.

Warnings: Angst

Game: Path to Nowhere

It wasn't supposed to end up like this....with you feeling butterflies with even the slightest touch of Shalom. No, it wasn't. It was supposed to be an agreement with no strings attached; or atleast that's what you both agreed upon. Alas, Shalom was able to keep up her side of the agreement. It's not like she could even break it if she tried... the poor latter couldn't feel even the slightest hint of raw emotions. It was all stripped away from her- she was dehumanised. But you didn't care did you? She is beautiful, elegant, refined and have such a charm to her that made you want to give her the world and more but you couldn't tell her that. You couldn't tell her anything like that. After all, you're just friends with benefits.

Shalom. Shalom. Shalom

That's all you could think of. Night after night, you toss and turn, fantasising about her maroon hair cascading down her shoulders, her lewd expression as you fuck her with no form of love. Oh how you wish it was just more than a simple fuck. How you wish it could be you making love to your girlfriend-or if possible, wife. Those nights that was spent in your room, the unspoken words lingering in the air, it left a wound deep in your heart, knowing Shalom would never accept your feelings or even if she did, she wouldn't be able to return them. She didn't know love. She didn't know what love is or how it feels. She didn't know. But you wanted to show her, to teach her all the wonders of being in love but alas that day would never come. One can only dream.

"A penny for your thoughts, y/n?" Her velvety voice resounded in your ears. Your gaze landed on her, her naked body wrapped with the sheets.

"I was thinking."

"I'd like to know what you were thinking. It seemed to have drawn your attention away from me for a moment," she let out a soft chuckle, a few strands of hair falling over her face. A look of fondness washed over your features, to see her laugh was truly a blessing.

"It's nothing to worry about, Shalom." You smiled, reached out to brush the few strands of hair away from her face.

"Ah? Don't go all soft of on me now. Remember our agreement."

You frowned. Of course she'd remind you of it. She always have, only because she knew you'd fall. It wasn't like she didn't know how you feel, it was pretty obvious but she knew to herself she wouldn't keep you happy.

"I know our arrangement. Don't need to remind me every time..."

She didn't reply, she only smiled. A smile which you'd kill for. Silence fell among both until you broke it by saying, "I don't think I can do this anymore.... it's hard.."

A frown etched unto her face. With a tilt of her head and a slight pouty expression, she has fireworks setting off in your stomach. "Can't do what? Our little agreement? I knew this day would come." She sighed.

This time it was your turn to frown. "You did?"

"It was pretty obvious y/n. But... you and I both know this is where it ends right? We can't keep it up if you have feelings for me. I wouldn't return it."

Atleast she was considerate. But it didn't matter. You didn't want to stop this. "W-wait we don't have to stop I-"

"We have too. Your fragile little heart will only be broken as time goes by. Besides, I'm getting a little tired of this as well. It was nice while it lasted."

An ache in your heart made you let out a somewhat broken whimper. "Don't leave... please.."

Her eyes remained glued to your face, searching for any sign of unseriousness but there wasn't any. Only signs of heartbreak, sadness. "Oh y/n.."

Your name rolled off her tongue like the sweet taste of honey. Your head hung low in sadness, knowing that her answer will always remain the same. "You know I'm incapable of loving you back. There's no use for you to keep being to attached to me." She lets out a resigned sigh before cupping your face. "I'll do you one good. I'll walk out of your life so that you won't have to face this anymore. Sounds good?"

No. No it doesn't sound good. If anything, it's far from sounding good. Before you could reply, she added, "Besides, there's plenty of persons out there deserves your love y/n. You're a kind soul, an angel to be exact. I'd hate to be the one to break you," she whispered, rubbing her thumbs across your cheeks. She admired the way your eyes close in content. Shalom knew how you were; you were a kind person, always willing to help anyone anytime any place. A tug of her heart always happen whenever she sees you helping someone. She can't put her finger on it, it's not like she would be able to figure it out either way.

"Open your eyes and let me see you." Her words were firm yet they held a gentle tone to it. Slowly you opened your tear filled eyes, gazing into her own. She felt a strong sense of unpleasantness wash over her heart. Was it guilt? Or was it something else? Alas, the poor woman couldn't know. "You'll be free. Don't ever look back from now on. Move forward with your life."

She took the chance to admire your features before slowly rasing off the bed and grabbing her clothes. With one last look, she walked out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the dead silence of the room.

You thought that with her leaving, it'd be better but no- it got worse. You craved her touch, you longed to hear her moans and the pleasant cries of pleasure she lets out but nothing can be done anymore. You haven't seen her in weeks, nor have you heard from her. You blamed yourself for falling for her in the first place. If it didn't happen, you'd have her in your life right now. But... the person who felt the most guilt was none other than Shalom, for not trying to figure out the feelings she had around you. She was inlove with you, but couldn't comprehend what it was but after all, it didn't matter to her. Those feelings are just minor inconveniences to her mission, her life and job as a tool.

[a-certain-romance]

Annoyed

Synopsis: Making their in-game ‘Annoyed’ voicelines all about you (smut no angst)

Characters/Ships: fem!reader x Rahu, Zoya, Chameleon, Bai Yi, Du Ruo, Angell, Eirene, and Shalom (Separate)

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, oral (Shalom & Rahu), Rahu has a cock, spanking (Zoya), fingering (Chameleon, Bai Yi, Angell), slight mommy kink (Du Ruo), strap on (Du Ruo), face sitting (Eirene), inexperience (Shalom & Angell), loss of virginity (Shalom & Angell), reader sometimes referred to as Chief

A/N: Format is a bit different bc so many characters. It seems the smut gods possessed me I finished this in just a few hrs. Will probably make a pt 2 using ‘special attention’ voicelines as well for other charas.

“You’re the chief of the MBCC, yet you’re doing such things…have you no shame?” She grunts out, trying to maintain her composure despite the way your hand is currently pumping her leaking cock. “Do you want me to stop, Rahu?” You ask from between her legs. She eyes you warily. “Someone will walk in and see us.” “The door is locked.” “Seems like you have an answer for everything,” she scoffs. Rahu’s hands grasp the chair’s arms in an attempt to stay clear headed. It doesn’t it work. She huffs, ripping the mask off her face and grips it tightly in her hand. “Make it quick…” she growls, head tilting back in pleasure. “Will do~” you smirk triumphantly before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her tip.

You and Zoya were in the middle of a meeting with other higher ups in the Leigon. She always radiates power and confidence wherever she goes. You thought you were used to it by now. But seeing her give out orders in such an authoritative tone made you weak in the knees. When she sat back down in her chair, your hand made a journey from her knee, to her thigh, and now rests dangerously close to an area that will surly get you in trouble later. “Are you…provoking me?” She grits out at a volume only you could hear. You smile, “I’m being discreet.” “Discreet my ass.” Zoya grips your hand from underneath the table to stop it from moving further. “You want me that bad? You’re such a needy fucking brat. Just wait until this meeting is over.” When the meeting comes to a close, Zoya locks the conference room doors. “I thought I trained you better than this,” she sighs in disappointment. She pulls out a chair and manhandles your body over her lap. “You’re going to count every slap I give you and if you lose count, we’re starting over.” She lands a harsh swat to your exposed rear. “One…”

Chameleon is an alluring woman, and her seductive tactics only render you to be more compelled by her every word. She leans forward from where she was seated and traps you in your chair, her hands planted on either side of the seat you’re in. “I know what you're thinking about... no subconscious impulses go unnoticed before my eyes.” She brushes a few strands of your hair behind your ear. “So tell me Chief,” she murmurs, “do you want me to take control?” Her question hangs in the air for only a second before you allow it with a breathy “yes”. She smiles dangerously, a glint in her eyes that every sinner gets when they know they’ve won. “Perfect,” she whispers, trailing kisses down and around your neck, leaving bright red marks before moving on to the next. Her hand slides underneath your pants, glides under your panties, and only stops when her fingers meet those slick waiting lips she’s been vying for. “Just let it happen.”

Bai Yi tends to be the ‘top’ in your relationship. She can’t help but want to overstimulate you with orgasm after orgasm, drinking in the sound of your moans and your sweetness on her tongue. “Oh? How unusual. Are you taking the lead today? In that case, let’s have some fun…” Bai Yi grins as you lean over her. “But are you sure? You just look so damn good in this outfit, I really want to ravage you.” She whines playfully. It doesn’t take long for you to turn her into a crying, moaning mess. “O-okay no more edging, please let me cum!” She begs. “I’ve been so good for you, haven’t I? Why won’t you let me—” “Where are your manners?” You scold, stilling your curled fingers right before they hit her g-spot. “Ask me nicely and maybe, maybe, I’ll give you the release you so desperately crave.” Bai Yi curses, biting her lip as she sobs in pure ecstasy. “I’ve been such a good girl, chief. I deserve to cum after all that edging and torment.” She pouts, awaiting your decision. “You make a good case,” you sigh, leaning near her ear, “but I think you can take a little more.”

Du Ruo was reading through one of her many mythological books as she laid in bed. She was deeply enthralled by the information she was learning, but her focus broke when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. “Stop messing around…” she giggled melodically over your wandering hands. Your arms moved up to wrap around her neck, your head resting on her plush chest. “Aw, is my baby needy for attention?” She coos, “Want me to take care of you?” You nod, and she closes the book with care before setting in on the nightstand. From the drawer below, she pulls out the contents needed for her to wear a rather large strap on. “Are you comfortable?” She asks sweetly. Du Ruo places her hands on your bare hips, letting the tip gather your wetness before she dares to push in. “Good, now hold still for mommy~”

“You seem anxious. Do you want me to do something?” Intimacy was almost foreign to Angell. It took a while for the two of you to form a relationship, but it was worth all the effort and more. Angell wanted to try her best—the best is what you deserve really. But there was one thing she wasn’t so keen at. “Something as in…?” “Let me pleasure you.” She asserts, and the rare sight of a blush dusts her cheeks a light pink. She crawls onto the bed towards you and her body towers over your frame. “I want to learn how you make you feel good. Teach me.” And so you show her. Angell takes off your clothes with great anticipation. Her eyes rake over your body and you swear you’ve never seen her desire you more in any other moment. “I’ll talk you through it,” you say softly before guiding her hand down to your core. “Once your fingers go in, do whatever feels right to you. Stroke, scissor or curl your fingers or—oh my god—“ you moan abruptly at her ministrations. “Yes, like that, Angell that feels so good.” She continues to pleasure you, her eyes zeroed in on how her fingers disappear into your wet heat. When you climax, she tentatively brings her slick fingers to her lips and sucks. Angell’s eyes widen and in a flash her fingers enter you once more, her mouth moving lower to get a better taste of you. It seems like it’s going to be a long night.

“If there is something you desire, just tell me honestly. You and I, we don't need to play this game.” She cocks an eyebrow, waiting for your next move. Eirene is analytical. Eirene is patient. Except when it comes to you, and how good your tongue feels inside her after a long stressful day. Eirene weakly grinds her cunt against your mouth as she sits on your face. Your tongue laps at her greedily and she can’t help the sinful moans that escape. Her hand moves to cover her mouth in an attempt to conceal them, but a harsh slap to her thigh convinces her to grip the headboard and be louder instead. “Chief!” She cries out, spreading her legs wider so you have more to work with. “I’ll never get enough of you. Please, don’t hold back.” Eirene lets out a gasp when she reaches her climax. When you try to move her off, she holds up your head to meet her eyes. “Again.”

“Okay, okay, okay... This is a "virgin" territory for you, huh? Now, give me your hand. I'll teach you how to do it properly.” You didn’t expect today of all days to be the one where Shalom takes your virginity, but you weren’t complaining. “I’m going to put your legs over my shoulders now, just let them rest there while I pleasure you.” You nod and try to calm yourself, but you can’t help the nerves that rise to the surface. “Chief,” she nips the inside of your thigh playfully, “I won’t hurt you. We can stop whenever you’d like.” You put your trust in her hands and give her the green light. She delves in, and although this is all new, it feels so damn good. You let her awaken every new sound you never knew you could make. It’s almost too much. You grasp for the bedsheets, or maybe that was a blanket? Your hand settles on her head and you can’t help but push her in further. Your legs shake involuntarily and the pressure in your lower region starts to build up. You call out Shalom’s name as you experience your first orgasm. “Relax, I’ve got you.” She says, moving any hair away from your sweaty forehead. In your afterglow, you shift around to curl up against her. “So, how do you feel now that you’ve experienced your first?” She asks. “…Can we do that again?”