yo.. professional char x unprofessional reader is scratching my brain VERY right like imagine a professional char in full uniform or whatever (im imagining shalom for some reason) and then theres reader beside her with sagged pants and the most gen alpha vocabulary ever😭 then char is like ‘can u dress properly pls’
CW: Shalom x Fem! Reader, Reader is kind of an unprofessional slacker
Why does this remind me of that one meme where it’s two guys in an elevator; one is dressed professional and the other one is dressed super edgy—
This but it’s Shalom and Unprofessional! Reader LMAO. I can just imagine Shalom giving her a quiet side eye when they share an elevator ride for the first time. Realistically, I think Shalom wouldn’t care as she has her own business to attend to, until she realizes that this slacker-looking ass is her new coworker.
“Pull your pants up,” Shalom comments when you’re both walking together.
“It’s the style, chill.”
Shalom’s brow furrows at the casual tone. What’s funny is that Shalom isn’t that old either, considering she’s like…what, in her late 20s? She just isn’t up to date on how modern young people talk or dress. She cannot fathom why anyone would leave their pants sagging to the point she could see your underwear peeking through 😭
I have this cute thought that Shalom would occasionally try to fix your clothes too. She’ll come up from behind to pull your pants up, only to watch in dismay as they slide back down, (she makes a note to buy you a belt for your birthday). If she sees you wear revealing tops she’ll offer you her big bulky jacket to cover up. Also she has a habit of trying to smooth out your clothes if they appear wrinkled. For someone who finds your unprofessionalism rather annoying, she is quite doting.
According to the PTN artbook, Shalom’s eye gets dry very easily and she needs to put eye drops in, otherwise the pain becomes so unbearable she faints. I imagine the first time she had to do this, Shalom struggled with putting the eye drops in by herself, so she has you do it for her instead. Just imagine gently holding Shalom’s chin in your hand, straddling her hips and hovering the bottle over her eye. Your pretty eyes are a welcome distraction from the anxiety, keeping her mind at bay as you plop the drops in first try.
After a few more times of doing this, Shalom will get used to the eye drops and be able to do it on her own, but she honestly prefers having you do it still, just to feel spoiled and have your attention on her. Shalom can get a little needy at times, but who are you to deny indulging her 🥺
thinking about kisses and i think. arle likes slow, languid kisses where she can indulge in the feel and taste of you, hands roaming up and down the length of your body, mapping you out and pulling you close. very big on proximity and especially loves post-sex kisses when she’s lying on top of you—or you’re lying on top of her—and the kiss is almost lazily decadent. no thoughts, head empty, just the warmth in her chest and the feel of your lips against hers.
feixiao on the other hand loves frenzied kisses. she’s high energy all the time so kisses with her can end up really giggly and silly, laughing into each others’ mouth and swallowing the sound. adores it when you cradle her face and press kisses all over it, especially when she’s got you scooped up in her arms, head tilted up to you like leaves to the sun.
shalom likes neck kisses a lot. ofc, she still loves being kissed on the lips, but i think in her case neck kisses bring with it a certain kind of honesty. she’s so used to controlling her expressions, but her heart, unbroken anew, is a lot more sincere. so she likes it when you kiss her fluttering pulse—trembling because of you—and you can feel the emotions you inspire in her uninhibited under your lips.
catherine… ugh i hate her but she’s a knuckle-kiss gentlewoman. will take any opportunity to idly take your hand and bring it to her lips. it’s a soft, chaste brush of lips—the real intensity comes from the way she looks at you, blue eyes fathomlessly deep. it’s a little difficult to tell what she’s thinking like this, but maybe that’s intentional. she also enjoys inner-wrist kisses.
trigger likes it when you kiss her mask. she’d wear the lipstick stain with pride, and orphie finds it sooooo cute and romantic (magus… less so). she’s also a very touchy kisser, and it might seem overkill to some the way her fingers are splayed really all over your face as she’s kissing you, but she wants the clearest picture of you she can get. likes brushing her thumbs over your cheekbones as she kisses you. also gets super super flustered if you hold her by the waist as you kiss her.
viper is a big nape kisser enjoyer. she’s a very busy woman so long makeout sessions are few and far between—sneaking in quick kisses throughout the day is far more efficient. and also, she doesn’t distract you from your work (or vice versa) with just the briefest press of her lips to the back of your neck. it’s like a quietly affectionate reminder of i’m still here, and i love you. if she’s feeling particularly needy that day she might indulge in wrapping you up in her arms from behind and kissing down your neck, as far as she can go before she reaches the collar of your clothes.
kujou sara likes cheek kisses but gets so flustered by them, especially if you kiss her in public. she’s still very shy and endearingly awkward when it comes to any sort of affection, so even cheek kisses have her turning red to the tip of her ears, unable to meet your eyes. but still, after the fact, she feels a little surge of morale after your check-in cheek kisses. she’s so nervous about actually reciprocating, and the first time she does you worry she’d pass out from how red she got. although after that, she gets more comfortable with it, and it becomes quite normal to see the general with a relaxed smile on her face as she leaves her home. sara is also a HUGE sucker for when you tug her down by the collar to kiss her on the lips hehe
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.
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.
your voice is soft, almost a caress in itself as it breaks over her skin. shalom exhales, the slow fall of her chest as she looks down at you, using one arm to brace yourself over her bare form, the other by her side, your hand resting on the curve of her hip. skin to skin, she's suddenly made aware of each beat of her heart. it's as if the organ is straining against the smooth plate of her breastbone, like it wants to jump right out of her chest and into your hands. she inhales again, and her chest rises; fills with air and the scent of you.
"yes," she answers in a breath, nimble fingers outstretching to trace the line of your jaw, up to the curve of your ear and eventually settling on the nape of your neck. you're warm, so very warm, and she feels it seep into the uncalloused skin of her palms and down her arms. her eyes meet yours, grey-red like dusk meeting your own. there's a moment where you pause, as if to consider again, but the uncertainty in your expression washes away with the brush of her thumb against your cheek. ever so measured, you lean down, and gently slot your lips with her own.
every kiss is like the first. shalom wonders how you make it so, then she wonders if you even know. you kiss her like it's the last chance you'll ever get to, and so you press your very soul against her lips with every chance you get. she could almost drown it in, drown in you, but as much as you are the wave taking her under you are also the air in her lungs, the steady drum of her heart. you taught it how to beat again, after all. cradled it in steady hands and returned it to her chest that had been hollowed out by paradeisos, and now it is full of you. her wounds are full of you, she thinks.
the hand on her waist slips lower, sweetly coaxing her thighs apart. her body responds to you eagerly, even as her brain lags behind. each movement now is something beyond rationality; rather it is something written in her bones, in her blood. a shiver runs up her spine like cold fingers as the cool air of the room kisses her already slick folds. it's funny--you've barely touched her, and already she aches for you. a soft breath slips from your lips like a laugh, mingling with her own. you don't pull away, instead opting to brush your nose against hers, lightly resting your foreheads together.
"you're already wet," you murmur, more reverent then teasing. she doesn't manage to get a word in edgewise, because the moment she tries, you drag a finger through the cloying wetness, and the noise in her throat bubbles up and out before she can stop it. she reasons that she probably should be embarrassed, but with the way your pupils visibly dilate at the soft sound, she can’t help but feel another rush of pure need curl deep in her abdomen. your fingers graze her entrance and she sucks in a breath, shuddering. your lips move down to her ear, and you scrape your teeth along the shell of her ear.
“tell me if it’s too much,” you breathe into her ear. shalom exhales slowly, nodding. you paint her neck with tender kisses in almost languid indulgence. you move as if you have all the time in the world, and yet even then it is not nearly enough time for you to explore her to your heart’s content. but she supposes you take some pity on her aching need, and you gently push one finger into her tight heat. she moans at that, a pitchy little ‘ah’, back arching slightly off the bed. her inner walls clench of their own accord around your digit, leaking more wetness around it. you coo against her neck, kissing praises onto her skin as you begin to move your wrist, dextrously pumping your finger in and out of her.
she gasps your name, and she feels you shudder beneath the palms she has splayed across your back. you shift a little lower, your spine curling like a crescent as you dip your head to lavish her chest with attention. she lets out another breathy whine as your lips seal around a pink nipple, your tongue flicking at the nub until it stiffens. you draw back with a wet smack, one of her breasts now slick and shiny with your spit, before you proceed to give the same treatment to the other—all while your finger continue to works dilligently inside her, curling and rubbing at that spongy mass of nerves until her thighs tremble. she nearly cries when you push another digit into her and your thumb notches against her swollen clit, drawing lazy circles. her entire body feels like a raw nerve, so— so alive.
it takes her a while to realise that she's crying.
she feels the sensation more than the emotion—or perhaps it's a matter of recognising she is feeling at all. yet, regardless of the shape it takes, it's like there's something straining beneath her skin, wanting to be released; and her body's best way to interpret that desire, that intensity, is to cry. to let wetness clump in her lashes and slip down her flushed cheeks as her entire being tenses and curls around you as she finally comes. you’re her anchorpoint, the eye of her storm. it's terrifying, unfamiliar, and raw—and yet, she has never felt safer than right her in the cradle of your arms. the world around you is drowned out in the distance, and right here, there is only you and her and the sliver of space between you both—and it is filled only with love. you kiss her tears away as she comes all over your fingers, wetness spilling onto your wrist and palm. she can barely hear the sounds of you working her squeezing cunt or her own moans of your name over the blood rushing in her ears. it’s so intense her vision whites out for a moment, and shalom briefly wonders if you’ve brought her all the way to heaven’s gates.
whens she opens her eyes again, she's met by the sight of just you, instead of any cherubic choir (though, if she could still think straight, she’d suppose that heaven and your countenance aren’t that different at all). you’re peering inquisitively down at her, searching for any signs of discomfort. but nothing about it feels like the gaze that used to linger on her, that endless, perpetual scrutiny that wanted to see nothing. no, when you look at her, it's like you want to see everything. all of her, the rational and the irrational, her imperfect but beautiful humanity. a whisper of your name escapes her again, and you lean down wordlessly to press your lips together once more. your kiss turns apologetic as you slip your fingers free form her cunt, making her whine in sensitivity and protest, which you quickly soothe by lying on your back and drawing her close as she catches her breath.
“good?” you ask, clean hand brushing a few sweat-damp strands of hair from her eyes. shalom exhales slowly, then lets out a soft, breezy chuckle. if she had the energy, she’d give you your answer by straddling your face—but for now, she settles for draping an arm across your body instead. she feels your heartbeat beneath her palm, thumping away in tune with her own, and it pulls a small smile onto her flushed face as she presses the slightest bit closer to you.
shalom’s soft voice carries across the living room from where she’s sat on the couch, a thick novel in her lap. the fading sunlight filters in through the open windows, painting her pretty face in shades of gold. the vase of lillies on the side table cast delicate shadows on the marbled oak. you barely mumble a reply, and by the slump of your shoulders and the sullen look on your face, shalom knows immediately that something’s wrong. she doesn’t get to say it in time, however, because you round the couch and immediately collapse into her lap, plucking the book out of her hands to place it on the side table and all her other finished books. shalom blinks, then chuckles, running her hands through your hair as you wrap your arms around her waist and press your face into the crook of her neck.
“bad day, i take it?” she asks, smoothing down your hair and toying with the downy strands near the nape of your neck. you groan in reply, squeezing her a little tighter.
“there was… someone. she kept…” you say, biting the words like it physically pained you to get them out. you shift a little restlessly, sighing again and breathing in deeply, nosing under her jaw. “she kept flirting with me.”
ah. shalom hums, not stopping her idle touches. “i see. and what did you do?”
“i told her i was married,” you say stubbornly, almost indignant. you draw back to give her a look halfway between incredulous and pleading—as if to say, did you think i’d say anything else? she almost chuckles again, but tamps it down for your sake, since you do seem genuinely unsettled by the whole thing. her hand cups your face, encouraging you to continue. you lean into her touch, and huff again. “and i was not interested.”
“and how did this person handle that?” she asks. her expression is perfectly impassive—though she can hear rebel screech and roar in the back of her mind, outraged at the idea someone else would dare approach what’s hers. and she’s inclined to agree with it, though for now she’ll settle for holding you close.
you deflate against her chest at the question, head flopping back down onto her shoulder. “it’s like she didn’t hear it at all. she kept going—nothing too serious—but i still had to help her, and i just…”
shalom presses a chaste kiss to your temple. “you just…?”
“i feel guilty,” you admit, and she has to resist the urge to coo at you. what a sweet thing you are, to be so distraught even if you were barely a willing participant in the whole mess. shalom lifts your face from her shoulder to look you in the eyes, her lips pulled into an amused yet fond smile. her thumbs brush along your cheekbones, and your lashes flutter as you react to the tender touch. shalom swears she sees your eyes dilate too. it makes something spark in her chest, seeing the way even your physiology responds so sweetly to her.
“is that so, sweetheart?” she muses, and you nod, an almost kicked puppy expression crossing your face. “well, i believe i know the perfect solution for you to make it up to me—the option with the lowest cost, and highest rewards.”
you lean forward almost imperceptibly, eagerness and anticipation overwriting any guilt you might have felt prior. shalom lets out a breezy laugh at that, and then draws close, close enough that her breath spills warm from her lips and mingles with yours.
“kiss me.”
ahalom’s smiling before you even kiss her—there is not a beat of hesitation from you.
this essentially explores a bit the disconnect between shalom’s mind and her body which she holds no particular attachment to. it is a tool, like her, and she’s discovered a new use for it.
gn!reader, smut…, bottom!shalom, no clear idea who tops here but shalom is the one receiving so, fingering, 3k words
A/N: my first path to nowhere work and it’s shalom smut because of fucking course it is. whatever man. if this feels a little clinical instead of something written by a horny lesbian it’s on purpose
The expanse of skin before you is a smooth frozen lake beneath your fingertips untouched by seasons and wandering souls, an unnatural landscape that the flow of time cannot scratch or sully. She doesn’t melt, no matter what, yet the vigorous torrent under her icy surface can only be seen from this close; with her slender neck bared to your gaze, the blue tendrils of her veins pulse in anticipation. Her meticulously cut hair, dark raspberry fading into a washed out cream, has been carefully arranged over her shoulder in an invitation to do as you’re used to on her skin and her head is tilted towards the clear patio doors allowing silver light to bask in this barren room even with no moon in sight. The sharp edge of her relaxed jaw obscures your vision of her eyes but having done this multiple times already, you know that their empty pink irises are fixed on the starless sky beyond the confines of her bedroom. Her breathing is inaudible, almost absent if it weren’t for the steady beat of her chest hidden by her slightly wrinkled blouse. She lies on her back beneath you, slack and as open as she can be, expectant and awaiting. Her arms rest clinically at her sides, her palms lax against the gray bed sheets, and you withdraw from the crook of her neck with a sudden uneasiness in your guts. This is always how she is, how she allows herself to be during nights like this one, but you’re reminded as usual of the distance of her mind compared to the presence of her body. She is miles away somewhere deep on a metaphysical plane you’ll never reach. You trace the faint pattern of a vein down the hollow of her throat with a fingernail. She senses your own distance, the loss of your parted lips on her skin, and her head slowly turns to face you.
“Is something wrong?” Shalom lifts a hand to cup your cheek, an index finger stroking the back of your earlobe’s base. She’s learned that this gesture relaxes you somehow, and now she does it every time she requires your full attention.
Her voice is soft, it blends with the stillness of the night around you and is tinged with curiosity, nothing else. Her bright eyes seem bottomless behind their beautiful shade of rose. At their corners, thin creases accompany her easy smile. She fixes you with a gentle look, you feel the coldness of her smooth palm seep into your skin.
“Do you want this?”
Shalom finds your inquiry amusing. “I opened the door for you, didn’t I?”
“Yes…” you concede with a short pause, glancing at the crystallized stretch of her lips. You don’t voice your lack of comfort with her unresponsiveness, but she senses your hesitation regardless.
“Oh. I was a little lost in thought.” Her reply visibly hurts you in a way she doesn’t understand. Your brows twitch indignantly, so she adds, “I’m sorry.”
“This should be enjoyable for you.”
“It is.” Her hand snakes around your neck in an intimate caress and her fingertips sink in your hair as she guides you closer. Her eyelids droop with the proximity of your face, gaze flitting to your mouth, and she lets herself feel your warm breath on her lips for a moment. “It is,” she repeats in a murmur before softly pressing her lips against yours.
Shalom takes the initiative once she understands that this is what you need from her. She holds you near with a hand on your nape and another on your cheek and leads you in a slow dance that she deepens after a while, parting her mouth wider for her tongue to swipe along the seam of your lips. The warmth of your breath melding with her own, the gentle movement of your connected mouths, your tangible weight above her body; she absorbs those sensations like a dehydrated sponge in clean water, with greed and abandon. Her Mania reacts to yours and thrums right under her skin, lighting a spark she cannot feel otherwise. Your fingers wrap around her throat, pressed to her windpipe. Shalom makes a quiet sound, a sharp and involuntary intake of breath, and she relishes the unexpected responses of her body. They’re always the same, yet they manage to surprise her each time. She slightly angles your head upward for your tongue to meet hers, they kiss wetly in a tangle of shared saliva. Her pulse quickens, that alien rhythm in the hollow of her chest and muffled in her ears. The temperature of her skin doesn’t grow warmer, she doesn’t sweat, but it’s okay; she feels electricity along her limbs zapping towards her brain and the feeling is intoxicating. She can only compare it to a surge of Mania within her body, that invigorating force that seizes her from head to toe and fills her with vitality she does not naturally possess.
Shalom lets you kiss her breath away. She surrenders to her body’s physiological reactions, allowing them to ground her wandering mind if only for a few moments. She is entirely present as your hand brushes her protruding collarbone and travels over her thin shirt to feel her rising chest. You cup her breast fully, and there it is again, that delightful little gasp out her mouth. Her grip on the back of your neck tightens. Each response is eternally new, born from the disconnect between her mind, always working, and her physical form which has never been used for this purpose until mere months ago. She’s discovered a new utility to it outside of Paradeisos’ reach and the first time she tasted the ancient pleasures of the flesh, the influx of sensations that coiled inside of her and their release was so intense that she had felt like a person for the short minutes it lasted. Her thighs trembled, she caught a glimpse of that coalescence of colors behind her eyelids, her breath was squeezed out of her lungs and Shalom was certain, for this fleeting instant, that this was how life felt like. It could have been death, for all she knew of either— which is nothing. If she were to describe the feeling, the words would escape her. It has to be experienced first hand, to be lived through for it to make sense to anyone. She sought it out again after two weeks. Then again, and again, and she’s found that her body is like an endless source of pleasure that can be exploited whenever she desires it. It was a splendid discovery and now her moments of reprieve are marked in the calendar of her mind as are her daily communications with Paradeisos.
The contrast of your warm palm and the bare skin of her stomach brings her out of her straying train of thought.
“You’re elsewhere again,” you reproach her, teeth grazing her jaw.
“I’m sorry.” The words leave her too easily to mean anything.
With both hands cupping your face, she brings your mouth to hers again. You feel the plane of her abdomen and the curves of her waist under her blouse. Her dips and crannies are familiar now, you’ve mapped them out with your hands often enough to know the hollow of her belly button makes her shudder when touched and the underside of her breasts is where she’s most sensitive. You take your time, Shalom wants the pleasure to build to a boiling point that has her toes curling reflexively until her release feels like salvation. You leave no inch of skin untouched, lift her shirt to expose more of her body to your restless hands, and they trail up the curve of her spine to reach the clasp of her dark bra. Undoing it takes a couple of seconds. Shalom reluctantly lets you withdraw from her lips so you can help pull her clothes over her head. You bare her upper body to your admiring gaze, slithering fingers touching all the parts even the sun doesn’t kiss, and instead of staring at the expanse of midnight blue outside, Shalom watches you watching her. She smiles when you meet her eyes, not ashamed in the slightest at her responses to your attention, the way goosebumps rise on her skin and her pink nipples stiffen under your contemplation. Her hair is only slightly tousled from the pillow and the deep kisses she planted on your mouth, most of it is still perfectly brushed as it always is. You feel scrutinized in the face of her stare, calculations and analyses veiled by the gentle smile on her lips.
You firmly cup her perky breast once more. Shalom’s eyes show more activity, they gleam brighter in the moonlight.
“What do you want?” You ask, watching the way her flesh bends to your will in the palm of your hand.
“I want you close.”
You lift your own shirt over your head and discard it at the end of the bed. With a palm on her cheek, you bend low and steal another kiss from her, your body flushed to hers. Her freezing skin doesn't bother you much anymore, you’ve tried to warm it up with your own to no avail and learned to treat it as a stimulant that lights your nerves on fire. Your thumb circles her nipple, then applies sweet pressure on the hardened rosebud and Shalom sighs into your mouth. An arm around your shoulders keeps you pressed to her. Each ministration pleasantly tightens her guts, she feels ecstasy slowly building within her and the anticipation of sudden relief further excites her. She shifts beneath you, legs joined together to stimulate the need in her core. Still, you litter her jaw and neck with open-mouthed kisses and ignore the lower half of her body for now. She invites you closer with a tilt of her head. The love bites that follow your teeth and tongue will disappear before morning but that fact doesn’t deter you from mixing pain and pleasure to hear the soft sounds coming from the woman in your arms. You twist her nipple between two fingers, Shalom's lips part in an exhale. She’s not particularly loud during these moments but she doesn’t contain her reactions either, the need to be submerged in them easily wins out within her and she lets them come as they do in order to experience them fully.
Your mouth draws a path from her throat to her smooth chest, layering kisses on every inch of skin at your disposal. Your upper teeth graze her sensitive nipple before it’s sucked past your lips. Shalom has a hand at the back of your head and her body arches further into your mouth, lidded eyes staring into the distant semi-darkness of the room. Her fingertips tingle as your tongue flicks over the bud, wetting her skin unashamedly. She’s a patient woman, so she submits to your pace and enjoys the slow ascent of pleasure within her. Her heartbeat is irregular, she can hear it in her ears, it’s still a strange feeling to be attuned to her own body when it’s simply something her superiors pay attention to to monitor the risks she poses. With you, she finds a maddening use for this form that she hasn’t considered in length before. Her chest is lavished with your genuine adoration and that is another unfamiliar notion difficult to make sense of. She’s never put her Mark on you.
Finally, your fingers travel down her torso to fiddle with the belt buckle over her skirt. It no longer poses any problem to you now but you distinctly remember Shalom’s amused chuckles the first time you faltered in front of it. You shake the embarrassing memory from your head. Her belt falls apart under your trained hands and Shalom lifts her hips before you can ask her to, allowing you to pull her long skirt past her legs. Your nose nuzzles into her, just below her jaw, to feel the rapid pulse of her artery as your fingertips slide beneath the waistband of her underwear. Her thighs part automatically for you.
“Hush, you’re already dripping,” you whisper into her, lips brushing the skin of her neck with each word.
Shalom’s following laugh is soft and breathy. “That’s right… What will you do?”
“Mm…”
Two fingers trail down her wet slit under her panties, feeling the slickness gathered on her cunt and smearing it over her puffy lips. Your digits are coated in her arousal in seconds and they dip between her folds when Shalom spreads her legs further apart, another blissful sigh out her mouth. You explore her pussy like it’s your first time, leisurely and methodically, eliciting the sweetest breathless moans from her. You press more kisses to the skin within reach, sucking it between your lips and sinking your teeth into the flesh enough for it to sting. One of her hands is at her side, gripping the blanket below your bodies. Your closeness is an important factor in her pleasure, Shalom eventually figured out. Your skin on hers, your warm breath against her, your kiss-swollen lips wandering all over her body like she’s something to be adored; they all tighten the coil of her intestines in her lower stomach. Now, peppering kisses to the underside of her jaw as your pointer finger finds her needy clit, she can almost see beyond the hill of pleasure she’s gradually climbing towards. The fall is her favorite part, the fall is where “life” lies, this previously unachievable state that is purely physical and yet, that holds a thousand secrets she won’t ever uncover.
You rub her clit from base to tip then suddenly flick it a few times. Shalom makes a sound of surprise where half of it gets stuck in her throat.
“Ahmn…!”
“Oh? That’s a new one,” you repeat the motion, but it seems the element of surprise is crucial to getting such noises from her. What a shame. “Never heard this sound from you before. Aren’t you happy? There are still sensations we haven’t discovered yet, after all.”
“Ha…” Shalom shifts again, the onslaught of pleasure making her somewhat restless. “Wonderful…”
Your digits find her gushing entrance and circle it once before testing the resistance by slowly sliding a finger into her cunt. She takes it in stride with only a heavy exhale, but you feel her clench around you at the intrusion. You stroke her inner walls gently, coaxing her to relax, and after a short moment she does. You wish you could do something about the perky nipples on her chest, however, you’re lying halfway on her body and your other arm is around her neck, acting as a support for her head. You settle for licking a stripe up her jaw to the corner of her mouth. Shalom turns a little, meeting your tongue with hers. You push a second digit into her cunt and readily swallow the soft moan that bubbles up her throat. You slightly curl your fingers once you’re deep enough to reach the spot that makes her shudder and revel in the stutter of her chest in response.
Each thrust into her is one less second on the countdown of her release, Shalom knows it’s soon to come by the telltale clench of her guts and the tension in her hand as it grips the sheets. Her breath is squeezed out of her lungs with the relentless kisses you freely give her, small tremors run through her parted thighs from the effort of keeping them spread for you and there’s a faint array of colors deep inside her mind where what was taken from her resides in constant indignation. She’s not close enough, she needs more, needs to venture farther.
“More,” she demands against your lips, fingers clawing in your hair.
“More than two?... Another new one,” you mutter to yourself, hissing softly when Shalom pulls your head back in retaliation. “Getting a little needy, Hush?”
You say her alias like a nickname instead of something that inspires fear in Paradeios’ enemies. She doesn’t understand it. Amidst it all, Shalom chuckles breathily. You slide a third finger inside her, earning a low moan from her, and plunge them all at the same steady pace. Her bedroom, more of a place to rest than a living space, fills with the wet sounds of your digits thrusting into her cunt and the sounds of pleasure that spill from her lips.
There it is, Shalom can feel it mounting within her, this indescribable feeling that her body is able to produce endlessly. She feels the blood rushing in her ears again and her lashes flutter, eyes not quite shut nor open, her pupils are blown with a white triangle gleaming faintly in her right eye. This is the instant where her body and mind connect, an exhilarating fall after such grand anticipation; her fingers quiver in your hair, a shuddering breath tumbles with difficulty out of her mouth and she sees those same merging colors glowing brightly against the obscurity of her consciousness, within reach yet forever unattainable— Shalom outstretches her hand towards them for the few seconds it takes her to reach her peak, and when she finally falls, she’s harshly brought back to the present by the titillating pleasure that overcomes her at once. She doesn’t hear the noise that leaves her. Her body shudders, that same spark form earlier has turned into jolts of electrifying bliss along her limbs, and she can only surrender herself to the sensations until they come to pass two minutes later.
You easily slip your cum-covered fingers out of her throbbing pussy once she relaxes the grip she had on them. You bring them before you and watch how they glisten in the moonlight. You look at Shalom, who’s calmed down enough to meet your gaze with clear eyes, and brush some hair further away from her face.
