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♣️ Shadow Milk X Reader ♣️

Can't believe I'm writing this but I am

For: YourTigersharkFen

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TW: Dark romance, gore/dismembered bodies

Note: I tried to make it any gender, however, it might be more x fem than x male

2nd Pov

You didn't know what to expect from Shadow Milk as you stepped into his penthouse building, but you certainly weren't expecting this.

"Well, isn't it romantic?" Shadow Milk grinned, wrapping his arm around your waist.

"Uhm..." Your eyebrows furrowed uneasily as you tried to process his gift. 

On one hand, it was very romantic of Shadow Milk. There was a big bouquet of your favourite roses, fresh and in the vase. Beside it was an adorable, fluffy white stuffed bear. They sat on the dining table, which was set with a white cloth. Her favourite dishes had been made and her boyfriend had even bought a bottle of fine wine. Furthermore, rose petals scattered around the marble floor and by the dressing stand in his bedroom were a pre-setup for a bubble bath. 

Then there were the severed hands holding boxes containing the bloodied eyeballs, tongues and other dismembered body parts.

You recognized one of the guys from the ring on one of his fingers. Now stained by blood, it wrapped around the gray skin and had an evil glimmer to it. 

"I...I'm speechless," You stutter out, trying to figure out how to respond. You cringe as you watch a fly land on one of the guy's short stubby 'sticks'- well, if you called it a stick anymore considering it had been sliced into pieces.

"What? You don't like it?" Shadow Milk pouted, acting cute, but his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. 

"Thank you for taking the time to make me all this," You say slowly, before bursting out, "But did you have to dismember two bodies? Like what the fucking hell?"

"What the fucking hell? Darling!" He exclaimed and spun you around, pushing you against the wall and pinning you down. 

He leaned in close, and you could smell his scent of black truffles and hints of blood. His goofy demeanour blurred as his darker, more serious side came out.

"Of course, I had to. They looked at you the wrong way. Talked about the you wrong way. Touched you in the wrong way." He snarled each word more possessive and angry. 

"No one is allowed to look at you that way." Shadow Milk's grip tightened, making you wince, but he paid no mind. Instead, his breath ghosted, warm on your skin making you shiver, as he murmured into your ear. 

"You're mine," he whispered, voice lowering into a disturbing chill. "My (y/n). Mines."

"Do you understand?" Shadow Milk cupped your face, tilting it up. 

You nod and he captures your lips in a rough dominating kiss. His tongue invades your mouth, exploring every inch of the warm cavern. He tasted like eclipsed divinity and forbidden sins, his hands roaming greedily over your body.  

You let out a gasp, jerking as he bites down on your neck. You squirm in his grasp as his tongue soothes over the searing mark, only to create another bruise lower down. 

You knew you were loving a devil, your legs buckled as he marked your skin, holding you like you were his addiction. His clutch was possessive, his gaze intense and filled with desire. Yet you could feel a rush of heat as he ground against you, his erection hard against your stomach. He tore off your clothes, piece by piece like unwrapping a present, revealing your body to him.