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š« minors get the fuck out š« ā¢ 25 y/o ā¢ CAPTAIN FREAKATRON - anon ā¢ regretfully a cookie run kingdom smut blog ā¢ currently focused on Two Guys (shmilk and PV) but will write for other characters
Hi so I decided to make a separate blog exclusively for suggestive and NSFW Cookie Run content because I do not want my multifandom sideblog to be littered with straight up cookie porn and I do not want to be Perceived with my main blog and this one. anyways
ASKBOX/SUBMISSIONS STATUS: 52 asks; temporarily CLOSED (please do NOT send in asks or submissions through my DMs at this time; thank you!)
MY BLOG CONTENT:
This is my NSFW Cookie Run Kingdom blog, 18+ content will be posted here. Minors please do NOT interact, any minors will be blocked and ageless blogs make me extremely uncomfy.
This blog will also contain dark themes because I am a little freak (yandere content, unhealthy ships and dynamics, etc.) All content will be tagged appropriately; if I need to add any tags just drop an ask
I ship beast x ancients and will post/reblog content reflecting that, so if this makes you uncomfortable feel free to block! Furthermore, please DO NOT bring any antiship/proship to this blog, I am way too tired for any of that shit.
I post sporadically because I am a little lintball of audhd, and currently CRK is my hyperfixation, I might be inactive (or abandon this blog like a cardboard box in the street completely)! Due to this, I also will not be taking requests because I just know those will sit in my askbox for 80 years
I write ONLY for gender neutral readers with varying sexes, I don't write for exclusively female or male readers (this includes asks that include she/her or he/him). This is a treat for those who can relate to they/them dicks and pussies and is also what I'm more comfortable with.
Absolutely nothing I write is proofread. I am writing for free and for fun on Tumblr dot com, so grammar mistakes and typos will appear often.
I do not write 'Y/N', I use 'you' and 'your(s)'. Just a little personal quirk.
Likes are appreciated, reblogs are greatly and wonderfully appreciated, reblogs with tags are transcendent and inspiring and amazing š I write for myself first and foremost, but comments and reblogs while not mandatory, are very motivating and helps me to write some more!
BEFORE SENDING ASKS:
Please don't be discouraged if I don't answer your ask right away; please also don't complain if I take a while! I am very slow on answering asks and I take lots of breaks between them. This does not mean that asks are not appreciated!
I do not write for Readers with disorders, so please do not send any asks about them. This blog romanticizes unhealthy dynamics and unhealthy mindsets, so this sex blog is not the place to seriously discuss depression/anxiety/etc.
I might respond to certain asks with something more detailed when I'm inspired but I still am not currently taking requests. Please feel free to still send in your imagined scenarios and ramblings, though!
Also, please keep in mind that I will not answer every single ask with a more detailed fic. Inspiration strikes me at random, so please be aware that if you send an ask, be aware it might not get the longer, satisfactory answer you want.
More on the above; the different between a regular ask and a request to me is: "Hey, can you imagine if (X) happened/I really like the thought of (X)/What do you think of (X)" ā and "Hey, I have a request for you/can you do this extremely specific thing because I'd like to see it." ā. The former feels more like a conversation between two ramblers and the latter feels more like an obligation to me. If I'm inspired by a certain ask I'll do something longer and more detailed! I'm sorry if this makes no sense because those two things are extremely similar.
Please keep Reader descriptions as neutral as possible! Having too many details on what the Reader should be like feels more like an OC request rather than just a neutral slate, and it restricts my writing to a certain mould. You can absolutely send an ask sharing your OCs if you wish, but I will not write for them.
Any ask that goes against these rules will be deleted without notice. If you have concerns whether or not I deleted your ask, you'll have to come off anon or DM me and clarify which ask was you so I can answer privately. I get quite a few asks that disregard these rules and I don't feel like publivly answering every single anon with, "this breaks my rules" because that's extremely repetitive and that would take up a lot of space on my blog.
If you do suspect that you've broken the rules, please don't send an ask or DM me falling all over yourself apologizing or saying, "man I hope that wasn't me." Apologies are very much appreciated but unnecessary! If you do ask me and I say yes you did break the rules, just do better with sending in an ask next time! There are no hard feelings on my end so don't be worried about that.
This isn't so much as a hard rule rather than a heads up, asks that are purely fluff are difficult for me to answer because this is a porn blog and I am porn brained. Fluffy asks are allowed, but be aware that I'll more often than not turn them into something dirty.
Masterlist/WIPs link: š§ under construction š§
List of Specific anons! (anything not listed here is free for use)
Flop, because her floating age weirds me out. She's apparently between "17 and 19," the fandom treats her like a little kid, sometimes she'll act like a little kid, and other times I feel like they have to keep her away from Shadow Milk's spent wank tissues lest she try to impregnate herself with them.
i cant believe im still on this glorified vacation (hiatus) and the most beautiful man is soon to come out and i wont be able to write a SINGLE THING about him š³š³š³
I fucking have like 10 WIPs in the chamber I still haven't written the rough drafts of the Fire Spirit heat season fics and the masterlist is kicking my ass AND YET the prettiest Cookie Woman and the most doomed yuri is coming OUT??????????? Guys.
No thoughts, head empty; just disjointed bulletpoints about all the sexy cookie thoughts I have about different sexy cookies
(additional tags/warnings: explicit content, beast x ancient, shapeshifting, masturbation, voyeurism, roughhousing, heat cycles, mating seasons, intoxication (alcohol and smoke), mind control, somnophilia gender neutral reader
ships: shadow milk cookie x reader, shadow milk cookie x pure vanilla cookie, fire spirit cookie x reader, pitaya dragon cookie x reader, pitaya dragon cookie x hollyberry cookie x reader, smoked cheese cookie x reader)
Shadow Milk Cookie's romantic obsession with you and his sex drive hikes up immensely upon just existing near you. He spends a lot of time studying every curve of your body to accurately depict your naked form when he masturbates in front of a mirror later.
Pure Vanilla Cookie is also, if not more reservedly, romantically obsessed with you. He can't help but catch a whiff of your warm scent as you walk past; maybe he'll wait a bit longer before returning your jacket to you. He's just going to stroke his cock to it while he presses the article of clothing against his face for a little while.
Those two are totally getting together to fuck with your name on their tongues. Pure Vanilla Cookie feels more comfortable getting rougher with Shadow Milk Cookie, so throwing "you" against the wall and grabbing "your" face while "you" squeal in delight is totally fine for him.
Fire Spirit Cookie puts his hands on you. He gets off on having blatant lustful thoughts of you as he's slinging an arm around you and you're none the wiser.
Fire Spirit Cookie also watches you a lot. Blatantly, I might add, he won't even look away if you catch him leering at you. He looks like he's undressing you with his eyes, and he wants to give you that impression.
Fire Spirit Cookie also can't resist goading you into a situation where you'll land the first hit. He'll put you in a headlock so fast, he's just waiting for an excuse to rough you up a bit! Whether or not you rise up to his challenge or lwt him push you around, he's aching hard in his skintight fireproof suit either way.
Pitaya Dragon Cookie openly courts you during their mating season. Whether or not you know dragon customs, they'll openly rub their aching pussy and ass against your leg to mark you.
If you're interested in learning these behaviors, Hollyberry Cookie is more than happy to help! She and Pitaya Dragon Cookie will both undress you and guide you on how to thoroughly and properly love a dragon. Which somehow includes Pitaya Dragon Cookie watching you suckle on Hollyberry's massive tits while fingering their pussy. I guess it's an important part of mating season!
Speaking of Hollyberry Cookie: it's a guilty pleasure of hera to get you tipsy on juice. Watching you throw it back, shot after shot has her swooning with admiration. Seeing you stumble a bit as she helps you to your room has her warmer than even the strongest juice. If she's feeling especially needy she'll slip a few fingers between her legs, unable to tear her gaze away from your flushed sleeping face. One day, she'd love to spread your legs and scissor you while you're giggling from the high.
Speaking of intoxication! There's another cookie who gets unreasonably horny at the sight of your glassy eyes and slack mouth. Smoked Cheese Cookie can't stand having you near if he's enveloped in his own smoke; he won't be able to help himself one day.
He imagines you pliant and thoughtless, completely and utterly vulnerable and helpless under his command. You will do nothing as he uses you how he pleases and you'll only be able to mewl and squirm and cry in pleasure and he'll keep using you for hours on end- just thinking about it has his thick cock standing straight up.
poppin in to say godspeed and good luck on all your asks oh my goodness i cant imagine ,, dont burn yourself out remember to take some breaks !! šā<3
THANK YOU SO MUCH I'VE BEEN SUFFERING A LOT but I have taken like a 7292028347388282 month break and I am confident to say that it didn't help at all! But sometimes you just gotta...... (makes unclear hand gestures) through the writing blocks yknow
Hullo, stumbled upon your blog and I am very intrigued by it! I was wondering on how SM/PV would act around the reader if they willfully wore pj's or a revealing robe? I've seen photos of a "Husband Killer Robe" and I can't stop thinking of the reader coming out in that robe and SM/PV staring and ready to pounce.
Dunno, thought it would be a fun scene to think about
additional tags: suggestive content, beast x ancient, gender neutral!reader
ships: pure vanilla cookie x reader x shadow milk cookie
I looked up this robe because I'd never heard of them before and all the results were either "I actually literally murdered my husband in this robe and got away with it" or regular ass robes, which provide me two very hilarious scenarios that had the opposite effect of what this was asking.
I had to shift gears to the very memorable "virgin killer sweater" meme that was around like so-and-so years ago. All I can say about that is between Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk, one of them is carefully undressing you with shaking hands and the other is costing you money in torn clothing material.
Same anon who talked about wanting courage to get off anon one day (I will be called S Anon hehe) QKFKSKDKD HERE TO RAMBLE ABOUT BLACK SAPPHIRE AGAIN BECAUSE THAT CATEGORY OF HIM BEING A YANDERE AND NOT CARING IF THEIR BELOVED DOESNT LOVE THEM BACK/WANTS TO OWN THEM GOT MY MIND GOING CRAZY
I'd imagine just how crazzzyy possessive and controlling he is when he's a yandere, the harm that could bring TOWARDS the person who's flirting or taking our time away from him
And the sex,,, oh my god- I know he's torturing the reader and making them a blubbering mess and not letting them get any release at all. Building up all that pleasure only to pull it back down with us crying and sobbing that we're sorry
He specifically records our begging and sobs but doesn't put it out there, he just listens to it and gets hard doing so (#freakyshit)
Also when we think he's going to leave us high and wet as punishment, he roughly starts fucking us until we feel like we're about to pass out from pleasure
author's note: Hi, we've met before; but because of my abysmal writing process this is the very first ask you've sent in which I'm only answering now. Cheers, here's to raging procrastination and memory issues!
Yes. I do fw with somnophilia. So much. I fw with it in my sleep. So much so that I included it in this ask unprompted.
I've talked about yandere Black Sapphire on here before but I immediately honed in on the audiophile bit; I'm just going to expand on that specifically!
As a tried and true audiophile, Black Sapphire records more than just your sexual noises. He gets everything - your voice in different situations talking to different cookies, your laughs and giggles and snorts, any vocal tics - the freak of nature even captures your sneezes and coughs, or the clearing of your throat.
You never know he's near, of course. He loves to throw on a cute disguise for you as some lowly and unnamed kingdom cookie that you probably won't rwlemember later; but his favorite method of stalking you is when he's hidden in plain sight in a crowd of unsuspecting fools. He's basically giving you the answer as to why you feel watched and listened in on, and you're still none the wiser.
That's what he cums to when he's sitting at the edge of your bed, having softly picked thr lock to your house and creaked the door open gently. Black Sapphire's cock never fails to twitch and spurt when he thinks about how he's right under your fucking nose, capturing your sweetest and most intimate sounds right behind your back. He finds your obliviousness to be super endearing!
He has his sneaky little microphone record your sleeping sounds at night. It doesn't matter if you snore obnoxiously or not, or if you say the most weird shit in your sleep. It still gives Black Sapphire a sweet, fuzzy warm feeling of a young lad in love to know that he's so inappropriately close to you that he can be the one to witness these sounds coming from you. Black Sapphire doesn't know whether to kiss or fuck you awake, at this point.
His longterm goal is to take all your precious sounds and play them back to you one day. While you're isolated and unsuspecting; his microphone will gleefully let your previous conversations play out to you from all directions at once and you'll have no idea where they're coming from.
He won't frighten you for long, though. Once he reveals himself to be the mastermind behind it all, you'll have all your questions answered and more.
Hey I'm alive but also Tumblr search engine sucks because how the fuck am I supposed to find my own Fire Spirit x reader roughhousing smut WIP I posted here like 6 months ago if the damn search doesn't work
Three days since the door closed behind you, since Pure Vanilla kissed you like a dying man and Shadow Milk whispered like a curse at your throat. Three days since the room tilted sideways and you forgot how to breathe.
And nowā¦ everything was quiet. Suspiciously quiet.
They hadnāt cornered you since. No dramatic declarations. No smirking threats. No confessions.
Justā¦ presence.
They were always there.
When you slipped into the gardens to āget some air,ā Pure Vanilla was already seated beneath the wisteria tree, reading, a second cushion prepared just beside him.
When you tried to busy yourself in the kitchens, Shadow Milk Cookie had strolled in, twirling your favorite spoon between his fingers with a smirk: āOh? Cooking for your lovers?ā
You choked on air. āIāIām notā!ā
āNot what?ā he asked sweetly. āNot ours yet?ā
You fled before he could follow up.
And now, curled in the far corner of the library with a book you werenāt reading, you were trying very hard not to overthink.
Maybe you had misunderstood. Maybe that night had just beenā¦ an intense moment. A misunderstanding. A dream?
You buried your face in your hands and groaned softly.
āEverything alright, little one?ā
You startled. Looked up.
Pure Vanilla stood there with his hands gently clasped, robes swaying softly around him, expression full of calm concern. His eyes were so soft you could melt into them.
āO-Oh! Iām okay!ā you chirped too fast. āJust reading! Just relaxing! Justāah, being alive! As one does!ā
He blinked slowly. āYouāre trembling.ā
You looked down. Your hands were shaking.
āOh. Must be the tea. I hadā¦ four cups?ā
A pause. Then a sigh.
He stepped forward and reached downāgracefully, confidentlyāand cupped your cheek. His thumb brushed the corner of your mouth. Your breath caught.
āThere,ā he murmured, voice like silk. āYou had sugar on your lips.ā
You turned bright red.
āA-Ahahaāthank youāI didnāt noticeāā
āYou often donāt.ā
You didnāt know what that meant, but before you could question it, his hand slid away.
āIāll be in the courtyard if youād like company,ā he added softly. āShadow Milk is there too.ā
Of course he was.
You nodded quickly, heart hammering, and watched him go.
You told yourself not to follow.
You followed.
The courtyard was bathed in amber sunlight, warm and dreamy. Shadow Milk Cookie was draped lazily over the marble edge of the fountain, boots up, arms stretched behind his head like he owned the sky. His mismatched eyes lit up when he saw you.
āWell, well,ā he drawled. āLook what the sugar wind blew in.ā
āI was just walking,ā you said defensively, even as Pure Vanilla greeted you with a hand outstretched, leading you to sit between them on the bench.
The silence wasā¦ odd.
Warm, but taut.
You peeked up at them both.
Pure Vanillaās gaze kept drifting toward you, unreadable but constant.
Shadow Milk Cookie leaned in until his hair brushed your shoulder. āNo poems for us today?ā he teased. āNo honeyed attempts at playing Cupid?ā
You shrank a little. āIāI havenāt really felt like matchmaking latelyā¦ā
āOh?ā His grin widened. āWhyās that, pet? Realizing your aim was off?ā
You flushed. āNo! I meanāmaybe! I meanāI justāitās been a weird few days, okay?ā
They said nothing.
Just watched you.
And suddenly you became very aware of how close they were. How Shadow Milkās knee pressed into yours, and how Pure Vanillaās hand rested on the bench behind your back, thumb brushing your shoulder every so often like it belonged there.
You swallowed.
āI think Iām justā¦ confused,ā you said quietly, eyes down. āI thought I understood things. But maybe I didnāt.ā
Shadow Milk leaned in, lips at your ear. āYou didnāt.ā
You shivered.
Pure Vanillaās voice was soft, but firm. āYou will.ā
Your breath caught.
The moment lingeredāthree hearts in the golden hushāand you had the sudden, terrifying feeling that you were standing on the edge of something vast and dark and beautiful. Something you couldn't undo.
The sun had long dipped below the castle windows when you found yourself hereāsomehow, againāwith them.
It wasnāt planned. Not formally. You hadnāt been summoned. But when you passed by the small candle-lit parlor and saw the door cracked open, and Pure Vanillaās warm voice drifted out alongside Shadow Milkās amused chuckle, your feet simplyā¦ stopped.
Your heart beat too fast.
They were waiting.
And worst of all?
Some tiny, trembling part of you didnāt want to undo it.
You didnāt sleep that night.
Not really.
Youād wandered back to your room like a ghost, your skin tingling, ears still echoing with their voices. Youād tried to busy yourself. Tried to read. To wash. To breathe.
But your mind kept drifting.
To Pure Vanillaās fingers on your cheek. To Shadow Milkās shadow-warm laughter. To the way they looked at youālike you were already theirs. Like you had been for a very long time.
You told yourself not to go back.
You told yourself you needed space. Clarity.
But your feet disobeyed.
You walked without knowing where you were headedādown familiar halls, past flickering sconces, heart knocking hard against your ribs. You paused at the door, fingers trembling just above the handle.
There was no note. No invitation.
But it was open.
A crack.
An invitation in silence.
You stepped in before you could convince yourself otherwise.
The room was quiet, cozy. A low fire. Pillows arranged across a velvet couch. A tray of fruit and honeyed bread untouched on the table. Shadow Milk Cookie lay sprawled out like a cat in the corner cushions, one leg crossed, fingers idly twirling the stem of a wine glass. Pure Vanilla sat with his hands folded, gazing into the fire like heād been meditating.
They both looked up when you entered.
And smiled.
āEvening, little one,ā Pure Vanilla said gently, patting the seat beside him.
āIāI was just walking byā¦ā you mumbled, clutching your sleeves. āDidnāt mean to intrude.ā
āOh, but youāre not intruding.ā Pure Vanillaās voice was low, rich. āWe were just talking about you.ā
That did not help.
You awkwardly perched beside him, trying not to notice how Shadow Milk sat up a little straighter, his eyes locked onto you like a wolf eyeing dessert.
āMe?ā you squeaked.
āMhm.ā Shadow Milk offered a crooked smile. āOur darling little matchmaker who seems to have given up her mission.ā
Your cheeks burned.
āI justā¦ figured Iād let things happen naturally,ā you mumbled. āI was probably overstepping before.ā
āOh, but you were so adorable while doing it,ā he purred, leaning forward to rest his elbow on his knee. āPlaying Cupid. Thinking we were tangled up in each other. How precious.ā
You shrank.
Pure Vanillaās hand settled on your lower back. His thumb rubbed slow, grounding circles.
āYou still believe that?ā he asked softly. āThat weāre meant for one another?ā
You hesitated. āIā¦ I donāt know.ā
āHm.ā Shadow Milk leaned closer. āThen perhaps itās time we clarify.ā
You blinked. āClarify what?ā
Neither of them answered right away. Instead, Pure Vanilla gently took your handāwarm, soft, reverentāand brought it to his lips. He kissed your knuckles, slow and careful, eyes never leaving yours.
Your heart stuttered.
āIā¦ā you started, unsure what you were about to say.
Shadow Milk shifted in beside you now, trapping you between them. His fingers played with a strand of your hair, twirling it lazily.
āYou smell nervous,ā he teased, voice dark and low.
āIām notā!ā you squeaked, but your voice betrayed you.
He laughed. āLiar.ā
Then his hand trailed under your chin, tilting your face toward himāso close you could see the flicker of shadows in his eyes.
āYouāre blushing,ā Pure Vanilla murmured, still holding your hand.
āIām notā!!ā You tried to pull away, but neither held you down. They didnāt need to.
They had you already.
Shadow Milk leaned in and kissed your cheek. Slowly. Softly. His lips lingered just a moment too long.
You stopped breathing.
Then Pure Vanilla kissed your other cheek. Delicate. Holy. Like a blessing meant only for you.
And you melted between them.
āIāwhat is thisāā your voice was barely a breath.
āA beginning,ā Pure Vanilla said simply.
āOur beginning,ā Shadow Milk added, brushing his nose along your jaw, smug and lazy. āYou thought you were orchestrating a romanceā¦ā
āā¦But you were the one being pursued all along,ā Pure Vanilla finished.
You trembled, wide-eyed, lips parted.
āW-Why didnāt you say something before?ā
Shadow Milk laughed, low and rich. āWe did. You were just too busy playing matchmaker to notice.ā
You wanted to argueābut then his mouth was on yours.
The kiss was hot and slow and possessive. His hand cupped your cheek as his thumb pressed just under your eye. Your gasp disappeared into him.
When he pulled away, you were breathlessātoo stunned to moveāand then Pure Vanillaās lips took his place.
He was softer. Slower. He kissed you like a lullaby, like you were made of spun sugar and he couldnāt bear to shatter you. But underneath that gentleness was something hungry. Something claiming.
By the time they pulled back, you were dazed. Drenched in warmth. Knees weak and body trembling.
You looked between them, mouth open, voice shaking: āYouā¦ you kissed meā¦ā
Shadow Milkās grin curled sharp and devilish. āSheās catching on.ā
Pure Vanilla just smiled, smoothing a hand over your thigh like it had always belonged there. āYou still think weāre in love with each other?ā
āā¦N-No.ā
āGood,ā they said together.
And you didnāt notice it thenābut your matchmaking days were already over.
The room was quiet now.
Not the cozy parlor from before, noāthis was deeper inside the castle. Warmer. Dimmer. Lit with low flames and sweet-scented incense curling through the air like silken fog.
You werenāt sure how you got here.
One moment, you were still dazed from their kisses. The nextā¦ you were walking. Guided gently by Pure Vanillaās hand, Shadow Milk close behind you, his palm pressed to your lower back.
You told yourself you could leave. That they hadnāt forced you.
But the door shut behind you, and neither of them asked for permission.
They didnāt need to.
Because your legs didnāt turn around.
The chamber was rich and low-lit, velvet curtains drawn, shadows draped like lovers across the walls. You stood there awkwardly, still trying to catch your breath.
Shadow Milkās voice was the first to break the silence.
āWell?ā he drawled. āWill you pretend again, pet? Or do we finally have your attention?ā
You opened your mouthāthen closed it again.
Because you didnāt know what to say.
Because your heart was pounding and your thighs were pressed too tight and you were suddenly so aware of your clothes. Of the heat beneath them.
Of the way Pure Vanilla was watching you like he already knew what you'd look like underneath.
He stepped closer, slow and calm, reaching for your hand again.
āCome here,ā he murmured. āPlease.ā
You let him pull you forward.
You didnāt protest when Shadow Milk came to your other side, twirling a lock of your hair between his fingers, eyes half-lidded and dangerous.
āYouāre too dressed,ā he murmured. āThat wonāt do.ā
You squeaked. āW-What?!ā
āYou didnāt think weād worship you through your clothes, did you?ā Shadow Milk purred, leaning close enough for his lips to graze your ear. āMmā¦ no, little dove. If youāre going to be the center of our world, we want to see you. All of you.ā
Your breath caught as Pure Vanillaās hand rose to your collar.
āI wonāt tear anything,ā he promised gently. āIāll go slow.ā
He did.
His fingers moved with holy reverence, undoing your fastenings one by one. You couldnāt move. Couldnāt breathe. His knuckles brushed your throat, your collarbone, your chestāand your skin prickled with every ghost of contact.
Behind you, Shadow Milk dragged his hands down your arms, pushing your sleeves off your shoulders with a slow exhale. āShivering alreadyā¦ are you cold, or just excited?ā he teased.
You couldnāt answer.
Your gown slipped down your arms. Pure Vanilla helped it off your body like unwrapping a ribboned gift, folding it neatly asideātoo neat, like it was a ritual.
Left in your shift, you instinctively wrapped your arms around yourself.
But they werenāt having that.
Shadow Milk clicked his tongue. āNo hiding.ā
Pure Vanillaās fingers slid beneath the hem of your shift. āLet us show you,ā he whispered.
And before you could respond, they lifted it offātogether. Two pairs of hands, smooth and deliberate, dragging the sheer fabric over your hips, your chest, your head. Exposing you inch by inch. Not with violence. With devotion.
You gasped softly, arms twitching to cover yourself again.
But then Shadow Milk was behind you, his bare hand sliding up your waist, hot and firm.
And Pure Vanillaā¦ was kneeling in front of you now, eyes level with your thighs, his gaze reverent.
āYouāre beautiful,ā he breathed.
āAnd finally ours,ā Shadow Milk whispered into your hair.
They guided you to the bed, laying you across the plush sheets like something sacred.
Shadow Milkās mouth was everywhere firstāneck, shoulders, chestāpressing kisses that burned. His hands squeezed your thighs open like he had every right.
Pure Vanilla took your hand and kissed each fingertip, murmuring low praises between each one.
āSo patient,ā he said softly. āSo good for us.ā
You whimpered. āIāI donāt know what to doāā
Shadow Milkās laugh rumbled against your skin. āDonāt worry, pet. You just lay there and learn.ā
He dipped down.
And then his mouth was on you.
You cried out, hips jerkingābut Pure Vanilla was already there, soothing your trembling body with steady hands, whispering, āBreathe. Breathe, darling. Let him love you.ā
And love you, he did.
His tongue was mercilessāflicking, curling, tasting every inch. Shadow Milk moaned like he was the one being ruined. āYouāre so sweet, sweetheart,ā he crooned. āNo wonder we fought so hard to have you.ā
You were already falling apartāand they hadnāt even fucked you yet.
You were already soaked.
Breathless, body humming, lips kissed swollen, thighs sticky with arousal from Shadow Milkās relentless mouth. Your hands had curled tight into the sheets, and your voiceāshaky and sweetāhad been reduced to soft gasps and whimpers.
But they werenāt done.
Not even close.
āShe's ready,ā Shadow Milk murmured, licking his lips, gaze still fixed between your legs. āShe wants it now.ā
You let out a soft noiseāhalf denial, half plea.
āOh?ā Pure Vanillaās voice was calm, but cool. āYou seem awfully eager.ā
Shadow Milk turned his head, eyes glinting. āJealous, your Grace?ā
āIām simply observing,ā Pure Vanilla replied smoothly, brushing his thumb over your trembling stomach. āYouāre always so quick to rush. She deserves more than that.ā
āI took my time,ā Shadow Milk huffed, crossing his arms like an offended cat. āI prepped her. I primed her.ā
You blinked, dazed, still halfway to heaven. āW-Waitāwhat are youāā
āShe needs to be entered slowly,ā Pure Vanilla said, voice gentle as his hand slid lower. āSheās sensitive.ā
āI know sheās sensitive,ā Shadow Milk snapped, eyes narrowing. āIāve tasted how sensitive. Which is exactly why I should go first.ā
āShe trusts me.ā
āShe likes it rough.ā
āShe needs to be held.ā
āShe needs to be wrecked.ā
You stared at them, wide-eyed, caught between two ancient cookies arguing over your body like it was a priceless treasure at auction.
āā¦Are you two seriously fighting over this right now?ā you asked, voice small.
They both turned to youāthen back to each other.
āRock, paper, scissors?ā Shadow Milk offered with a smirk.
āThis is not a game,ā Pure Vanilla said sternly. āThis is our belovedās first time.ā
āā¦I call best of three.ā
āYou are insufferable.ā
And then, somehow, in the candlelit glow of the most erotic moment of your entire life, you watched an ancient priest and a half-mad jester play a round of silent, deadly intense rock-paper-scissors over who got to fuck you first.
Shadow Milk won.
He grinned like the devil.
āStrip,ā he said.
You blinked. āIām alreadyāā
āHim,ā he clarified, jerking a thumb toward Pure Vanilla.
āAbsolutely not,ā Pure Vanilla replied calmly, undoing his robe anyway.
It didnāt matter who won.
Because soon, Shadow Milk Cookie was guiding you onto his lap, chest to chest, eyes glowing with hungry delight. You hovered above him, body slick and trembling, thighs spread wide with Pure Vanillaās hands bracing your hips from behind.
āDeep breath, sweetheart,ā Shadow Milk purred. āWeāll take good care of you.ā
And then he slid in.
Slow.
Thick.
Deep.
You cried out, full in an instant, stretched so wide your eyes rolled.
āOhhh, fuck,ā he moaned, hands digging into your waist. āSo tight. So warm. You were made for thisāmade for us.ā
Pure Vanilla kissed your shoulder. āYouāre perfect,ā he whispered. āYouāre doing so well.ā
You clung to Shadow Milkās shoulders, sobbing softly as he rocked up into you, gentle at firstābut only just.
āMove,ā he growled.
And Pure Vanilla didābracing your hips, helping you ride him.
You didnāt stand a chance.
They worshipped you. Touched you like a prayer. Praised you with every breath. Every time your voice cracked, Shadow Milkās grin deepened. Every time your body jolted, Pure Vanilla kissed your hair and whispered, āThatās it, darling. Thatās it.ā
When you came, it was with a screamāloud and raw and shattering.
And Shadow Milk came with a curse and a growl, filling you so deep you felt it in your ribs.
You collapsed against himābut they werenāt done.
Because Pure Vanilla was already lifting you up. Not even turning you around. Lowering you onto his lap now.
And his voice, so calm before, now trembled with hunger:
āMy turn.ā
Wincing, you were shaking.
Even now, even after everythingāyour body ruined and stretched and still clenching from Shadow Milkās releaseāyou were shaking.
Because now it was Pure Vanilla behind you.
You were in his lap, thighs spread wide, back pressed to his chest, his arms holding you so tightly, so tenderly, it almost didnāt feel real. His voice was at your ear, calm and warm and low, and it made your skin prickle worse than any teasing Shadow Milk had ever done.
You felt his cockāheavy, thick, achingly hardāpressed against the slick mess between your legs.
And he hadnāt moved yet.
He was just holding you there.
Letting you feel it.
Letting you sit there and realize what was about to happen.
'Theyāre going to ruin me.'
The thought came unbidden, but it was true. They already had.
'I should stop this.'
'I should say something.'
'I shouldā'
His lips brushed your ear.
āYouāre quiet,ā he whispered.
You couldnāt answer. You were panting softly, chest rising and falling, your hands shaking where they rested on your thighs.
His hands covered yours.
āDo you want to stop?ā he asked.
You opened your mouth.
You shouldāve said yes.
Instead, you whimpered, āI donāt knowā¦ā
He kissed your shoulder, so softly it almost didnāt register. His arms wrapped around your middle, palms warm against your trembling stomach.
āThen let me help you understand.ā
And with thatā
He pressed in.
You arched with a gasp, the stretch too much too soonābut he was slow. So slow. Like he was afraid youād disappear if he rushed. His cock pushed into you inch by inch, thick and pulsing, your body still sensitive and aching but so ready, so desperate it made you want to sob.
You clutched at his arms. āP-Pure Vanillaāā
āI know,ā he whispered. āI know, sweetheart. Itās a lot. Youāre doing so well.ā
You couldnāt stop shaking. Your thighs trembled as you tried to sit up, to ease the pressure, but he just pulled you back tighter against his chest.
āDonāt run,ā he murmured. āJust feel me.ā
His hips rolled up into you, slow and deliberate, burying himself all the way to the hilt.
You cried outāloud and high, your back arching helplessly against him.
āIāve dreamed of this,ā he said against your neck. āOf being inside you like this. Holding you. Filling you.ā
You whimpered, grinding down unconsciously. āItās too muchāā
āBut youāre taking it,ā he breathed. āSo beautifully.ā
His hand slid lowerābrushed your clit. You jolted.
āStill so sensitive,ā he whispered.
āI c-canātāā
āYou can. You are.ā
Your thoughts were a blur now.
'Heās so deep.'
'Heās shaking too.'
'Heās not calm. Heās not soft. Heāsā'
He bit your shoulder.
Not hard. But enough to make you freeze.
āYou donāt even realize what you do to us,ā he said, voice cracked now. āYou walk into our lives. You smile. You try to pair us off like characters in one of your silly stories. And all the while, youāre the one we want.ā
Your breath hitched.
'I didnāt know, I didnātā'
āYou never asked,ā he said, as if he heard you. āYou never looked. But we were always there. Watching. Wanting. Waiting.ā
His pace quickened, grinding you down onto his cock, your cunt clenching again, your body too weak to resist it anymore.
āTell me you feel it,ā he said. āTell me you know it now.ā
You sobbed. āI doāI doāI feel everythingāā
He moaned, soft and broken, fucking up into you with so much need it nearly undid you again.
āAnd youāll remember this,ā he whispered, lips pressed to your ear. āEvery time you close your legs, every time you think about runningāyouāll remember this stretch. This fullness.ā
Your head lolled forward, chest heaving as Pure Vanilla rutted up into you, slow but relentless, his cock hitting so deep it made your toes curl.
You could barely see past your tears. But when your blurry gaze landed on the edge of the bedāthere he was.
Shadow Milk Cookie.
Lying on his side, one hand bracing his head, the other lazily dragging across his chest. Just watching you. Watching your mouth tremble. Watching the way your body jolted every time Pure Vanilla bottomed out.
He looked positively delighted.
āWell, wellā¦ā he murmured, voice syrup-slick. āYou really are adorable like this, pet. All breathless and swollen and stuffed full of love.ā
Your cheeks burned. You tried to look away.
But you couldnāt.
Because Pure Vanilla kept you thereāhis hand on your throat now, holding your head steady so you had to face Shadow Milk as he taunted you.
āEyes on him,ā Pure Vanilla whispered. āLet him see how good Iām making you feel.ā
Your lips parted in a soft sob.
Shadow Milkās grin widened.
āAw, look at her,ā he purred. āGetting fucked like a prayer and still so sweet. So polite. Arenāt you tired of being good, little matchmaker?ā
You whimpered. He sat up slowly.
āYou want to come again, donāt you?ā he cooed, now kneeling in front of you. āI can see it in your face.ā
You barely nodded.
He laughed, dark and low. āOf course you do. You poor thing.ā
Then he dropped to his knees between your legs.
Your breath hitched. āW-Whatā?ā
āOh, donāt mind me,ā he said, grinning up at you. āJust wanted a closer look.ā
And thenā
He dipped forward and licked you.
Right where you were stretched around Pure Vanillaās cock. Right where you were leaking, throbbing, desperate.
You screamed.
āSh-Shadow Milkā!!ā
Pure Vanilla moaned against your neck. āBe still. Let him help.ā
Shadow Milk groaned into your cunt, tongue curling under the slick ring where you were stuffed full, flicking and lapping with obscene, greedy hunger.
āFuck,ā he breathed, pulling back just enough to let cool air touch your soaking core. āYouāre dripping down him. So fucking good like this. I can taste both of us.ā
Your thighs trembled violently. You tried to twist away, overwhelmedā
But Pure Vanilla held your hips steady and thrust upāhard and deep, forcing your body forward into Shadow Milkās mouth again.
You screamed again, higher, broken.
āNow, now,ā Shadow Milk chuckled between licks. āDonāt be shy.ā
He flicked your clit with his tongue and you jerked, nearly convulsing.
āSh-Slowācanātāā
āYou can,ā Pure Vanilla whispered, kissing the shell of your ear. āYouāre ours. Youāll take all of it.ā
You were shaking again.
Every part of your body felt rawāused and trembling and so close to breaking, but not allowed to fall. Not yet. Not while Pure Vanilla was still pulsing inside you. Not while Shadow Milk was still down between your thighs, mouthing off between licks like he wasnāt already drowning in your slick.
āFuck, look at you,ā he chuckled against your pussy, tongue flicking lazily at your entrance, lips brushing Pure Vanillaās cock with every motion. āMewling like a little whore. Bet youād let the whole court watch if we asked.ā
You gasped, blinking down at him through dazed, teary eyes. āS-Shadow Milkāā
āOh, hush, sweetheart,ā he purred. āDonāt act shy now. Youāre already ruined. Might as well admit you love being our toyāā
āShe is not a toy,ā Pure Vanilla said, voice like ice.
Shadow Milk licked a fat, lazy stripe up your slit, eyes glittering as he stared up at you. āShe doesnāt seem to mind.ā
Your thighs trembled. āW-Waitādonāt f-fightāā
āOh, weāre not fighting,ā Shadow Milk said smugly. āHe just hates that I make you scream louderāā
And that was when Pure Vanillaās hand shot forward.
No warning. No patience. Just a sharp grip into Shadow Milkās silky hair from behindāand shoved his mouth down.
Hard.
Directly onto your clit.
You shrieked.
Shadow Milk groanedāstartled, then delightedāhis mouth completely engulfing your swollen, overstimulated bud, tongue circling viciously now as Pure Vanilla held him there.
āDo your job,ā Pure Vanilla growled above you, his thrusts never faltering, his cock grinding up into your most sensitive places. āSince youāre so eager to talk, letās see how well you listen.ā
You screamed.
Your back arched violently, hips jerking forward as Shadow Milkās tongue flattened and sucked around your clit, loud and obscene, while Pure Vanilla rutted up into you from behind like he was claiming a throne.
āP-Pleaseā!! Iā I c-canātā!!ā
āYou will,ā Pure Vanilla said, voice shaking now, feral and low. āYou will.ā
Shadow Milk moaned into you like a man starved, hands sliding up to hold your thighs open wider. His lips sealed around your clit, tongue flicking and pressing while Pure Vanilla thrust deep one final timeā
And you snapped.
Your vision went white.
Your scream was primal.
You squirtedāhardāgushing helplessly, soaking Shadow Milkās face, your thighs, Pure Vanillaās lap. Your body jerked uncontrollably, mouth open in a silent cry as the orgasm tore through you like lightning.
And they just held you.
Shadow Milk licked through itāmoaning, messy, like he was drinking in your soul.
Pure Vanilla wrapped both arms around your middle, cock twitching deep inside you, chest trembling as he whispered, āThatās it, darling. Let it go. All of it. Let us have it.ā
You collapsed.
Ruined.
Wrecked.
Soaked and sobbing and twitching, unable to move.
And when Shadow Milk finally pulled back, face shiny with release and pride, he just grinned up at you.
āSee?ā he purred, licking your juices off his lips. āYouāre ours. All over again.ā
...
You didnāt remember falling asleep.
You just knew you were warm.
Heavy, fuzzy warmth that wrapped around you like the weight of velvet sheets, sunlight, and dream-thick honey. Your body ached in that syrupy, good wayāevery muscle soft, every inch of skin tingling with the memory of touch. Of teeth. Of love.
You blinked slowly.
The room was golden now. Lit by the earliest morning light bleeding through gauzy curtains. The sheets beneath you smelled like lavender and heat.
And you couldnāt move.
Not because you were restrained.
But because they were still holding you.
Pure Vanilla cradled your upper body against his chest, one arm tucked beneath your back, the other gently stroking through your hair. His robe had been draped over both of you like a blanket. His cheek rested against your forehead, his heartbeat slow and steady beneath your ear.
Shadow Milk lay at your front, tangled around your legs like a sleepy jungle cat. His head rested on your thigh, one arm slung lazily across your waist, thumb absentmindedly tracing patterns into your belly.
You blinked again.
āā¦Morning,ā you croaked, voice barely there.
Mostly because your thighs twitched just from remembering.
āI brought water,ā Pure Vanilla said softly, reaching behind him for a small crystal goblet. He lifted it to your lips and tilted it carefully. āSmall sips.ā
You obeyed. It tasted sweet. Cold.
Then something soft brushed your lips.
You blinked.
Shadow Milk was holding out a plump grape between two fingers, smirking.
āOpen wide,ā he said.
You gave him a tired glare. āIām not a baby.ā
āYouāre ours,ā he countered. āClose enough.ā
You huffedābut opened your mouth anyway. He popped the grape between your lips with a pleased hum and leaned forward to lick the juice that escaped.
Pure Vanilla chuckled softly, kissing your forehead. āYou were perfect.ā
āā¦You guys are insane,ā you muttered, cheeks still flushed.
āYou didnāt seem to mind last night,ā Shadow Milk murmured.
āOr the four times you came,ā Pure Vanilla added delicately.
You squeaked and buried your face again.
They both chuckled.
Eventually, you tried to move.
Tried to sit up.
Tried to leave.
Their arms did not loosen.
āWhere are you going?ā Pure Vanilla asked softly, chin still resting on your head.
āNowhere,ā you whispered, cheeks hot.
Shadow Milk yawned into your chest. āGood answer.ā
Their hands tightened around you.
Possessive.
Gentle.
Unmovable.
That morning, they fed you.
They cleaned you.
They praised you until your skin prickled and you cried againāquiet little tears of overwhelm and softness.
They dressed you slowly, but never let go completely.
And later, when you finally, finally managed to ask, āAre weā¦ really together now?āā
Pure Vanilla only smiled and pressed his forehead to yours.
And Shadow Milk whispered, āOh, darlingā¦ā
āYou were never not ours.ā
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Ya'll i think i went overkill with this part two hahah i really wasnt planning on this being so long whoopsie
Just an idea, but what about yandere Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk Cookie with a fem reader who is wholly oblivious to their feelings and thinks theyāre into each other and wants to wingman a little? And whenever either of them try to flirt it just flies right over her head. Whenever she comes close to realizing theyāre actually into her, she thinks āwow thatās self centered of me to imagineā and brushes it off.
Also to be clear, this isnāt a Shadow/Vanilla prompt.
ooh i have to do this!! this dynamic is so unique
Part two
You werenāt stupid, of course. Youād read the room. Youād seen how Shadow Milk Cookie always hovered near Pure Vanilla Cookie, voice full of teasing lilt and sly touches, brushing past him like silk. And Pure Vanilla? He never looked away from Shadow Milk for longāalways soft-eyed, always composed, even when the jester pushed boundaries.
Naturally, you thought they were in love.
Which, in your defense, seemed like a really sweet thing! You loved love. You were all for it. And if your two closest companions had hearts wrapped up in one another, wellā¦ it was only right to help out.
So you made it your mission.
āI made extra tea!ā you chirped, setting two cups between them. āYou know, in case you two wanted a little time aloneā¦ā
Shadow Milkās head snapped to you so fast it was audible.
Pure Vanilla blinked slowly. āAlone?ā
āMhm! Donāt worry, Iāll be upstairs. Oh! I left a love poem in one of the cups by accidentā¦ teehee, I guess itās for whoever finds it~!ā
Shadow Milk stared like youād slapped him.
Pure Vanillaās smile didnāt falter, but something in his handāmaybe the teacupācracked just a little.
You beamed.
āIām rooting for you both! Seriously, you have such amazing chemistry. Like fire and honey!ā
And then you skipped off, happy to give them āprivacy,ā entirely unaware that youād just triggered the worst kind of unspoken war.
Shadow Milk turned to Pure Vanilla with a sharp grin and wide, flickering eyes.
āOh, I do love your little petās imagination,ā he purred. āTell meāshould I let her keep dreamingā¦ or should I wake her up myself?ā
Pure Vanilla only smiled, tight and cold.
āSheāll understand in time,ā he murmured. āWe just have to be patient. For now.ā
His gaze drifted after you.
āShe still thinks this is about us.ā
...
You knocked on the door to the study like it was a secret mission.
Pure Vanilla looked up from his scrolls, surprise melting into that gentle, ever-welcoming smile. āOhā¦? Is something the matter?ā
You peeked in dramatically. āCan I come in? Itās kind of important. Likeā¦ romantically important.ā
His breath hitched almost imperceptibly, posture stiffening.
āā¦Of course,ā he said smoothly, setting his quill down. āIām listening.ā
You tiptoed in, folded your hands in front of you like you were about to confess something huge, and whispered, āItās about Shadow Milk.ā
His eye twitched.
āOh,ā he said lightly. āIs it?ā
āMhm! I justāwellāI know heāsā¦ difficult, sometimes. But I really think he likes you. Like, a lot.ā You leaned in, absolutely glowing with sincerity. āBut heās the type who needsā¦ reassurance. You know? Affection. Compliments. Likeāmaybe next time you see him, say something poetic. Youāre good at that, right?ā
He stared at you for a long moment. āYou want me to compliment him?ā
You nodded fervently.
āMaybeā¦ say you like his hair. Or his laugh. Or how heās so clever, even when heās being a little mean.ā You giggled. āAnd donāt be afraid to touch his hand or something! He acts tough, but I think heād melt.ā
Pure Vanilla's mouth opened. Then closed. His knuckles went white where he gripped the armrest.
āā¦You truly believe heās the one I wish toā¦ pursue?ā he asked carefully.
You tilted your head. āIsnāt he?ā
His gaze slid away from you. āNo,ā he said, with the faintest edge of exhale.
But you misheard it. Interpreted it as nervous denial. You gasped, soft and excited.
āOhhh! Youāre shy about it, huh?? Donāt worry, I wonāt say a word! Iām just glad I can help.ā You gave him a big, dopey grin and waved on your way out. āYouāve got this, your Grace!!ā
The door shut behind you.
The silence he left behind was deafening.
Ten minutes laterā¦
You tiptoed into the shadowed corner of the castle where Shadow Milk Cookie loomed dramatically against a balcony rail, staring off into the distance like he was in the middle of a brooding opera.
He didnāt even turn to look at you. āCome to confess your sins, little pet?ā
You giggled. āNot quite. But I do have advice.ā
He arched a brow, intrigued now. āOh?ā
āItās about Pure Vanilla,ā you whispered. āI just think youāve got a real chance with him, you know?ā
He blinked. āI do?ā
āDefinitely! But youāre tooāmmmāteasing. Flirty. I think it makes him nervous. You should try being sincere for once. Just one day! Compliment him. Tell him how wise he is. Touch his shoulder without making it a joke.ā You smiled warmly, like you were gifting him a key to heaven. āI know he acts calm, but deep down, he probably wants to be swept off his feet.ā
Shadow Milk stared at you in absolute silence.
āā¦You think I want him?ā he asked flatly.
You nodded helpfully. āItās okay! You donāt have to act tough about it. I support you both!ā
He leaned down until your faces were barely inches apart, shadows flickering wildly in his hair.
āOh,ā he murmured. āYouāre so lucky I love you.ā
You blinked up. āHuh?ā
āNothing~.ā He straightened up with a sigh, brushing his hair back with the air of someone praying for patience. āIāll keep your advice in mind, little dove. But one dayā¦ā
He paused, mouth curling into a twisted grin.
āOne day youāll realize the truth. And I wonder, thenāwho youāll try to save.ā
You tilted your head. āWhat?ā
āNothing.ā He winked. āRun along now. Go play matchmaker.ā
You beamed and skipped off again, totally unaware of the tension boiling just beneath his skin.
later on, It was Pure Vanilla who invited you.
A soft knock at your door. A polite, gentle request. āWhen youāre free, dear oneā¦ Shadow Milk and I would like to see you. Together. Privately.ā
Your heart practically soared.
āOh my goshāfinally?!ā you gasped, clutching your chest with joy. āDid you two talk? Did you finally realize?!ā
Pure Vanilla smiled. Tired. Fond. A little too fond.
āYes,ā he murmured. āWeā¦ realized.ā
He didnāt elaborate.
You followed eagerly, feet light with excitement as he led you through quiet corridorsāones not often used. The path curved oddly, downward, into the lower halls where fewer guards stood. Where only the torchlight flickered.
You didn't question it. You were too excited.
āIām so happy for you guys,ā you giggled as you walked. āI really did my best to help! Youāre such different personalities but thatās what makes it work. You balance each other out.ā
āā¦We do,ā he said. His voice echoed strangely.
You didnāt notice the way his hand brushed the door before you entered. You didnāt see the faint gleam in his eyes as he stepped aside and let you in first.
The chamber was dim and warm. Low lights. Heavy drapes. Something thick in the airāscented, cloying, like honey and wine andā
āSurprise~.ā
You blinked.
Shadow Milk Cookie lounged at the far end of the room, seated atop a chaise like royalty awaiting judgment. His legs crossed, his eyes sharp with glittering amusement, like he already knew how this was going to end.
āYou came,ā he purred. āOur little matchmaker.ā
You clasped your hands together, practically vibrating. āI knew it! I knew you two would be perfect! Oh, Iām soāwait, is this where youāre going to confess to each other? Should I leave? Orāor officiate??ā
āOfficiate,ā Shadow Milk echoed, tone flat.
Pure Vanilla stepped in behind you. The door clicked shut.
You turned, smiling up at him. āWait, do you want me to give you privacy orā?ā
āNo.ā His voice was soft, but final. āWe want you here.ā
You paused. Confused now. āOhā¦ well, thatās sweet. Is this likeā¦ a friendship circle? I donāt mindāā
āStill playing dumb?ā Shadow Milk cut in, standing now. His boots made soft, slow clicks as he approached. āOr do you truly not see it? Even now?ā
āSeeā¦ what?ā you asked, laughter faltering.
He was closer now. Close enough that you had to tilt your head up to meet his gaze.
āYou think weāre in love,ā he said. Not a question. A statement.
You flushed. āWellāyeah, kind of. I mean, youāre always around each other. You talk in that weird flirty wayāā
āAnd who,ā Pure Vanilla asked gently, stepping beside you, ātold you that?ā
Your lips parted.
āā¦Me.ā
āYou assumed.ā
āIāyes, but itās obvious isnāt it? The way youāā you turned between them, now growing flustered āāI mean, you two are always so intense andāā
āToward you,ā Shadow Milk murmured.
You froze.
āWhat?ā
He was behind you now, Pure Vanilla in front. Caging you in without force, but with presence. With truth.
āAll of that,ā Pure Vanilla said softly. āThe flowers. The words. The long glances. The jealousy.ā
āIt wasnāt for each other,ā Shadow Milk purred. āIt was for you, sweetheart.ā
You shook your head. āNoāno, thatās notāI thought youāā
āYou were wrong,ā Pure Vanilla said, voice warm and unwavering. āWeāve waited. Watched. Let you play your little game. Let you pretend.ā
You backed up into Shadow Milkās chest. He caught you gently by the arms.
āBut weāre done pretending,ā he whispered in your ear. āArenāt we?ā
You didnāt answer.
āYouāre the center of this,ā Pure Vanilla said, stepping closer. āYou always were.ā
āAnd now,ā Shadow Milk grinned, pressing a soft kiss just under your ear, āyouāll finally stop running from it.ā
āBecause weāre not in love with each other,ā Pure Vanilla finished. āWeāre both in love with you.ā
And this time, you couldnāt brush it off.
Your breath hitched.
The air in the room changed.
Thick. Slow. Like honey choking your lungs.
Pure Vanilla was still smiling, but it was off nowāwrong. Not his usual gentle grace, but something deeper. Something more desperate. More possessive.
And behind you, Shadow Milk Cookieās grip had changed too. No longer teasing. His fingers pressed tighter into your arms, thumbs stroking the fabric of your sleeves like he was memorizing you through touch alone.
āIāI think this is a joke,ā you stammered, trembling. āYouāre trying to mess with me again, right? Haha. Youāre both so funnyāā
āStop that.ā Pure Vanillaās voice was suddenly hard.
You flinched.
He stepped closer. Slowly. āStop pretending weāre not in love with you. Stop treating it like some game. Youāve ignored our affections, misread our intentions, deliberately twisted everything we give.ā
āI didnāt mean toā!ā
āBut you did,ā Shadow Milk whispered, mouth brushing your ear. āYou did. Again and again. āOh, they must be in love with each other.ā āOh, how selfish to think itās me.āā He laughedālow, sharp. āSelfish? Darling, youāre the most precious thing in this world. Youāre the center of our universe.ā
āI didnāt know,ā you pleaded. āI didnāt realizeāI never wanted to hurt youāā
āYou did,ā Pure Vanilla murmured. āJust not with cruelty. But with your ignorance.ā
And then, before you could speak againāhe grabbed your chin.
Not gently.
Not sweetly.
Fingers firm, tilting your face up until your wide, tear-glossed eyes met his.
āLook at me,ā he said.
You did.
And thatās when you saw it.
Not mercy. Not warmth.
Obsession.
āPure Vanilāā His lips crashed into yours.
It wasnāt soft.
It wasnāt slow.
It was desperate. Starving. As if heād waited years to finally taste you and now that he had, heād never stop. You whimpered against him, hands braced against his chest in panicābut he didnāt let up. His mouth moved over yours like a prayer and a punishment, possessive and furious and needy.
You gasped, and that was all he needed. His tongue slipped in, claiming. Worshiping. Ruining.
Shadow Milk was still behind you, and when you jerked in surprise, he only laughedālow and throaty and delighted.
āOh, you bastard,ā he purred. āCouldnāt even wait your turn?ā
Pure Vanilla finally broke the kiss, panting.
His thumb dragged down your lower lip, red and glistening now. āShe needed to understand,ā he whispered.
āSheās starting to,ā Shadow Milk crooned, gripping your waist and dragging you back into his chest. āArenāt you, pet? Starting to feel it now? The way your body listens to us even when your mind tries to run?ā
You couldnāt answer. Your lips were still trembling, breath caught in your throat. Your knees weak.
And they hadnāt even started.
āYou donāt get to play matchmaker anymore,ā Pure Vanilla said softly, gently brushing a tear from your cheek. āYouāre ours.ā
āAnd now weāll teach you what that means,ā Shadow Milk breathed, nuzzling into your neck with a grin that felt like the end of your world.
I'm not sure if this has been asked, but I like to think about Black Sapphire and Y/N doing the deed and Shadow Milk popping out of nowhere(the door was and still is locked) and just joining them, much to everyone's dismay.
By the end of it, poor Y/N and Black Sapphire is drained of their energy and stamina, but Shadow Milk is still hard and heals them so that they can keep going(or Shadow Milk goes and find Truthless Recluse, leaving Black Sapphire and Y/N soggy and drenched in their fluids in the bed)
What do you think about this entire scenario conjured by my wandering imagination?
Also may I be šøšŖ½ anon?
additional tags: explicit content, beast x ancient, overstimulation, caught in the act, gender neutral reader
ships: black sapphire cookie x reader, shadow milk cookie x reader, truthless recluse x reader, shadow milk cookie x black sapphire cookie, shadow milk cookie x truthless recluse
(author's note): you now have been faithfully dubbed as šøšŖ½ anon. go forth with your new title and spread peace and love and chaos wherever you step.
'...much to everyone's dismay' I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe your dismay, but Black Sapphire is quite delighted to have his master stop by with his spontaneous intrusion.
Every situation I think of with Black Sapphire always has me think of the reader as grouchy and irritated (for the comedy); so I'll just go with that and say that the reader just wanted a quickie, just one damned quickie, and in comes the Biggest Source of all your problems to make what was supposed to just be ten minutes into hours.
Shadow Milk Cookie outright ignores your enraged shrieks at him to get the fuck out (the piece of shit even seems to enjoy them) and just plops right down on the fluffy bed with a hand under his chin, cheerily telling the two of you to continue; "Don't mind little ol' me~!"
Whatever. What-the-fuck-ever. You're still aroused and you refuse to let Shadow Milk Cookie embarrass you, especially in front of one of his fanatics.
Black Sapphire Cookie on the other hand, is very much enjoying the new development and suddenly finds the energy to go a second round. He even cums more quickly this time, making sure to bend you over before Shadow Milk so he can see the white mess he painted your back and asscheeks with.
"Ahh, splendid~! My turn, now; I want to cum on their chest, next." You weren't surprised at all that Shadow Milk volunteered himself to join; he was leering at you the entire time and running his tongue over his lips and teeth like an upsetting freak of nature. He'd pulled his cock out of his tights around the fourth time Black Sapphire was fucking you and made sure you saw him jacking off to your little show.
Whatever. What-the-fuck-ever. Let Shadow Milk have his fun. You'd suck the black, bitter soul right out his balls and shrivel up his dick like a raisin. Just you wait and see.
...Wooooow, you managed to keep up that spite-fueled stamina of yours for quite some time! You lost count of how many times Shadow Milk spanked your pretty ass red, or how many gallons of hot cum he made you swallow, or how many surprising positions he'd folded you into. He just kept going and going and going. Black Sapphire would have fucked himself to death out of a strong duty to please his master if Shadow Milk hadn't waved him off an hour prior.
When Shadow Milk found it accurate to describe you as a dead fish, he kissed you on your sweat soaked forehead and let you roll around in a miserable kind of afterglow before he got up and left without even bothering to put his clothes back on, humming a merry tune all the way. Black Sapphire Cookie had at least enough strength to snicker at you.
Just as you were about to close your eyes, you felt a clawed finger playfully poke your cheek and opened your eyes to Shadow Milk eagerly presenting a fourth contender. You hadn't the foggiest how he managed to convince Truthless Recluse to leave his room until you saw the way he was looking down at you.
"Surpiiiiiise~!" Shadow Milk Cookie grinned deviously at you with all teeth, slowly leaning forward to grip at Truthless Recluse's hard dick to pump it. "I found us a buddy to help us keep rolling along! You'll be feeling good as new in a jiffy! ...He won't be able to empty your belly, though. Let's hope you aren't too full of cum~!"
Despite Truthless hissing and slapping Shadow Milk Cookie's hand away, you could see he was pretty eager to heal your poor, sore, throbbing body... and help rough it up again.
you know what I've always wanted to see with Pure Vanilla? Pet play.
god, hear me out. either him or reader as the pet, it doesn't matter, i want that cookie on a LEASH, he'd be the type to laugh nervously but doesn't hesitate to follow when his collar gets tugged, somebody muzzle him when he starts drooling, get told to sit and stay, unable to get off only able to watch ROGODKGSF
pair that up with his breeding kink and you got him mounting like a good boy
additional tags: explicit content, pet play, humiliation, gender neutral reader
ships: pure vanilla cookie x reader
Oh, I'm hearing you out. I'm going 'hmmm' as I'm stroking my proverbial beard looking at this ask. I would have been impartial if not for the nervous laughter; that got me locked the fuck in.
This actually makes me think of the CN exclusive Kitsune costume (and my ovaries have thoughts about that one), but I think this would have more of a punch if this was just regular ol' Pure Vanilla Cookie with yet another wild kink.
He's nervous and embarrassed as all hell, shifting from foot to foot and talking a mile a minute asking you to ease into this, but with the way his cock is visibly straining against his robes there's no way he can try to deny how he really feels about this.
'Sit,' you tell him. Pure Vanilla shakily gets on the ground on all fours.
'Heel,' you say. Pure Vanilla doesn't look at you as he crawls to your side and obediently sits still.
'Roll over,' you order him. Pure Vanilla makes the mistake of nervously glancing up at you and seeing you twirl your finger in a specific motion that has him breathless and dizzy.
He's panting without even meaning to. Pure Vanilla sees that your cool, measured expression hasn't changed a bit in his hesitation and he *whines.*
This was only the first session the two of you have together and there's already tears in his eyes as he flops onto his back and exposes his belly. Despite the shame, Pure Vanilla's cock is visibly twitching and pulsing through his robes with a delicious wet spot of precum staining the tip.
Don't expect Pure Vanilla to be able to talk about this afterwards. For a very long time. If he wants another session, he just silently pulls out his collar you allowed him to keep and you let him follow you to the nearest room. Each time you feel him getting less coy and you have new instruments for him to try out. A muzzle. A cock cage. A harness. A comfortable cookie-sized cage.
To prevent him from sucking you off or mounting you and sliding his cock in while you masturbate in front of him, you put him in that muzzle and cock cage and just let him pathetically hump your leg like the cowardly hound he is. Pure Vabilla's whimpers and little barks come pretty naturally to him, and his teary eyes arenjust begging you to run a hand through his hair and say those little magic words.
'Good baby. Very good boy,' you tell him, and Pure Vanilla cums with a shout. Drool dribbles down his chin and tongue as he lets it loll out of his mouth, and he bumps his forehead against your leg in affection.
Next time, you'll have him wait in his private chambers for you on all fours, in the nude while you go slowly attend your business. By the time you come back, you expect to see him, and his cock, drooling in his excitement.
HIIIIII ur writing is so fucking fire holy shit. ive been thinking of sharing my thoughts with you about white lily and pure vanilla tag teaming reader,,,, ive been salivating for them both ever since i rejoined crk and. oh My God. my brain made up that fucking scenario and now its a brainworm that has affected me in every way possibleā¦..,,,,,, i would love to see what you think of this!! me personally i think they would both be super gentle as to not overstim you, but just being sandwiched between them both is making you see stars and you cry from the pleasure </333 i love them both so much liugghgjh
- š¤ anon (if i can take that one, have a great day btw!!!)
ships: white lily cookie x reader x pure vanilla cookie
author's note: If š¤ is what you ask for, then š¤ is what you shall have. enjoy your new title, brethren of the freaks (affectionate)
I have so many thoughts about those two in particular that my mind is faltering. For this specific sweet-toothed, wholesome sex ask, I must yoink that fluff smut part out of my filing cabinet like that one Spongebob episode. You cooked with this one.
I'm personally imagining White Lily sitting on your face, letting you taste her sweetness and arousal for you and drinking in her scent while Pure Vanilla slots his legs against yours and rolls his hips; rubbing your two pussies together. Your cries are muffled by White Lily"s thighs surrounding your head and you can't help but drink more of her nectar every time your mouth opens in another pleasured scream. Don't forget to use your tongue, now. White Lily will just grind into your face even more if she feels that you're not doing a good enough job!
I think the only overwhelming aspect of this sweet lovemaking is how much they shower you with affection and dote on you during and afterwards. The two of them never run out of your praises, it seems, even when they're doing the dirtiest things like entangling their fingers in your hair and pushing you deeper between their legs, or eating you out themselves. Hearing about how sweet you taste and how much White Lily and Pure Vanilla love you at the same time the two of them lather their sloppy tongues against your clit and shuddering lips is enough to make you cum all over again.
White Lily and Pure Vanilla are just so infatuated with you. White Lily is curled around one side of you, bashfully nuzzling the crook of your neck while Pure Vanilla holds onto the two of you, peppering your face with little kisses.
How can the two of them be so sexy and wholesome at the same time? You definitely weren't expecting this amount of sweetness when they discreetly lifted their robes and showed you how wet they were.
(Yes, even White Lily Cookie. She was as red as Burning Spice Cookie while flashing and it lasted less than a second; but she's strangely just a bit more courageous with you! Congratulations!)
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Eternal Sugar Cookie x Reader x Hollyberry Cookie.
A ficlet inspired by discussions in the @cookies-after-dark server. I just kind of wrote this off the cuff and barely proofread it. I haven't really written all that much fanfic, let alone self insert fic, and this is my first attempt at CRK fic, so feedback is more than welcome!
Notes: Implied Drinking and Drugging, Ala a Land of the Lotus Eaters kind of style, on top of Eternal Sugar Cookie's usual disorienting mist.
"Say Aah~"
Before you could even react there was a press of something on your lips, just grazing your teeth caused the skin of it to burst, juice flowing out like a burst balloon as the sweetness washed through your mouth and down your throat, almost numbing you as it went. It was sweet so much so it was nauseating, weakly you opened your eyes to a curtain of curls on either side of you. The overwhelming caramel sugar scent of sweetness clung to your every crumb, hazy icing eyes tried to decern where you even were nowā¦ The haze made it so hard to think- something about jam jars, and a trail of discolored sugar crystals. A sweetened arrow had pierced your chest and then--
The sensation came to your lips again, bursting with the slightest touch. You saw a gentle pale hand placing another berry to your lips. Oh, they were berries? It didn't feel like any berry you had ever eaten- they were somehow warm, fizzed, like the infused berries that Hollyberry had once offered you during her travels to homeā¦ but not quite, these berries had no chew, not the slightest bit of resistance, as if they were eagerly waiting to be consumed. Their purpose to be devoured and nothing more, a simple container of endless, mind numbing sweetness.
Hollyberryā¦ You remembered her smile, her laugh- Wait, you had been looking for her hadn't you--
"Have you forgotten me, my dear?" The curtain of curls parted and the haze cleared enough to feel like you could see, following them to their source was the pale, beautified face of Eternal Sugar Cookie, her eyes sugarcoated in a glaze of sweetest bliss. Her smile was so gentle, one might not even notice the fang that dared to peek out of her cheek as her lazy smile reached higher.
You shook your head no, you hadn't. It was hard to forget the woman who had nearly smothered you in jam. ā¦ Wait a minute- the jamā¦ They had been fighting against a flood of jam hadn't they? Yourselfā¦ Raspberry Cookieā¦ Wildberry Cookieā¦ Tiger Lily Cookie-- where had they gone--
You tried to sit up, but a firm hand pushed you back down again, the shocking allowing you enough clarity to finally realize your positionā¦ Lounged across such warmth-laden petals of a flower larger than any you had ever seen, surely big enough to hold a dozen cookies in its petal with ease. The trees bent over above as to be an endless bouquet of delights eager to reach down with the slightest beacon of want, the flowers dripped sweetly scented nectar and the berries swollen on branches that shouldn't be able to hold their weightā¦ It was excessive.
Eternal Sugar was curled at your side, leaned up above and lounging as her wings and curls curtained your line of sight. Her dainty hands were ones of force, refusing you a single bit of movement upward. Her draperies lounged about her but barely covered much of note, her butterfly like wings glimmering with sugar crystals.
You didn't understand, she had bird wings before had she not? You remembered that much, you had remembered before she had revealed herself she had draped one over your shoulder as she led you to a separate area of the mulled juice baths, a grotto where one could longue as the willows above wrapped around you like a shield. Or like a curtain. Much like her now, had she been hiding somethingā¦ You remember how soft they had been, how it had nearly lulled you to sleep standing up after all of the fights you had powered through for the sake of Hollyberry and the othersā¦ how long had that walk been?
You tried to rise again, and once again Eternal Sugar stopped you, seeming to pout and lean forward. Her weight upon your frame was more than you could hold, your body felt as if it had been incased in jelly as she used her own weight to smother you into the petals below. Her pout tugged at your heart as she leaned her head into the crook of your neck, the hand that had prevented you from sitting up now moved in circles on your chest, almost annoyed as it flicked at the icing garments you had come into the garden with. Her eyes never leaving yours for a moment, not even a breath.
"You say you haven't, but the turmoil in your eyes has returnedā¦" She frowned. "You poor thing!"
You couldn't tell if her tone was one of genuine concern, or almost a mocking conceit.
"Your poor heart aches, I feel your painā¦" Her hand upon your chest raised up and under your jawline, raising your eyes to meet hers. Her eyes sparkled with something, you couldn't tell what specifically- those glazed eyes that shined withā¦ was it anger? frustration? admiration? curiosity? Something clearly bothered her, and before you could even register an uncharacteristic swiftness took your lips into her own. That sweet scentā¦ it infected your every breath, before even breathing became impossible as the beast cookie seemed to be trying to smother you entirely. The haze returned to your mind as she pulled away, you felt so dizzy and eagerly took in gasps of air, no matter how much it felt like it numbed every part of you, there was a blurriness that overtook your vision again, the trees and their berries began to blend together again, to the point where only she was clear in your vision.
"There we are~ be content my love~ you need a moment of rest!" She ran her hands through your hair, running her nails along your scalp as her gaze seemed to almost be picking you apart for any sign of resistance, only content to relax if she saw not a single fragment remaining. Before her inspection could be completed however, the haze parted, the world seemed to crack as a familiar laugh echoed from somewhere nearby. Eternal Sugar Cookie let out something of a blend of an adorable excited squeak and a startled enamored gasp as she immediately took to her wings, gliding away and freeing you from this feeling of smothered tension.
You were finally able to rise, and look around you, though there was not much to see. The trees from above circled around this central space, with nooks and crannies inside the notches filled with different things; sweet treats, cute toys, pieces of board games-- one trees trunk was hallow it seemed and its base was carved into a basin filled with a never-ending stream of strong scented juice. The kind thatā¦
"I'm sorry for being late, I had to take care of some intruders in the garden, is everything alright?"
"Oh my dear, you protect our garden so well! Thank you for everything you do, but you mustn't work yourself so hard!"
The next parts of their discussion began to fade as you stared in disbelief. There she was, the woman you had been looking for. Seeing her face, it all came rushing back to you. The garden, how you had been trying to find her after Holly had suddenly been taken to the heart of the gardenā¦ How you all had attempted to leave, entrusting the others to save Holly while you tried to assist in evacuating the berry citizens who had been in a panic as jam had began to flood the gardenā¦ You had ran to try and find reinforcements or aid when the arrow had pierced your chest- and after thatā¦
Yes right, the garden. You had found the keeper of the garden-- no Eternal Sugar Cookie. Where had she taken you? You had tried to ask for the others whereabouts, the comfort of her wings dazing you until you had noticed them rise up enough to cover what you saw- Wildberry Cookie trapped in a jar of jam, deep in sleep. You had tried to pry an explanation out of her, of what had happened to your friends- what had happened to Holly- the jam had clung to your ankles every step you had tried to get away from her, refusing to give you enough ground to pull away as Eternal Sugar had moved closer and closer, as the haze had grown thicker and thickerā¦
"What is it that you're thinking about?"
You let out a surprised sound, something like a shout as you realized that this.. "Hollyberry" was naught a breath from you, leaned over as her berried braids dangled over your sitting figure. She wasā¦ beautiful in a way you almost despised. It was clear the cloth she worn was made with her exact assets in mind and refused to let a single part of her beauty and physique be forgotten.
You made an effort to stand, despite your legs barely even flexing when you tried, how long had you been laying down that your body had become this numb? This seemed to startle the warrior in front of you, moving to scoop part of you up under her strong arm, helping to raise you to your feet.
"You startled me there, rising so fast! You must be more careful, my friend! You're still recovering." She laughed, patting your back hard with her firm hand. Holly had always struggled knowing her own strength, her hands always firm and rough, but the intention of gentleness was still there.
"My other half, what are you doing?" Eternal Sugar Cookie rushed over, almost seeming distressed and you being up at all, let along now to your still albeit wobbly- feet.
"Oh!" Holly seemed to light up with recognition, glancing over to you as you leaned onto her for support while your legs remembered how to support themselves. "Simply helping them to their feet, that's all. Surely they must be uncomfortable in this torn clothes. I'm sure a bath and something new would do them good, no?"
She winked to you, almost playfully. You didn't need a bath, you needed to figure out what had gotten into Holly, where you were, and where the jars were. Eternal Sugar cookies eyes boor into yours as if she could see what you were thinking, making your crumbs stand on end. Her eyes lacked their usual softness, and her gaze seemed dark. Then, she blinked, and that mask was seemingly gone- or perhaps she had covered it up with a new mask of pure sugar syrup.
"What a wonderful idea, my beloved other half! I was just thinking the same thing!" She most definitely was not. "Allow me to get one of my clouds."
"No need, I do not mind supporting them as we go." Holly replied. "Besides, you have had your time close to them, surely you do not mind I take a turn?"
They almost seemed to tease one another which confused you even more. You looked between the two in disbelief but either the two didn't notice your staring, or they didn't care. Holly's movement were as swift as they always were, you barely even registered you were in the baths until you felt Eternal Sugars hand tug at your clothes for the second time today. You pulled away, your legs a bit more awake and able to move. Holly's brow scrunched in confusion.
"What's the matter?" She asked, sincerely. "Do you not want help with them?"
You told her that you didn't want a bath, and she seemed taken aback. She looked to Eternal Sugar Cookie with a confused, almost dejected expression, and the Beast pouted at you, reaching down and rubbing and smudging your cheeks with her thumbs.
"Oh you poor thing! You must have had such a terrible nightmare while resting, how could I not have noticed." You were even more confused than before. The "angel" without any resistance lifted you into her arms and spun you about the gaudily decorated and overgrown space. The warm air and sugared scent blended with the spinning made you dizzy, as her eyes stared into yours, that glaze had returned and almost seemed to swirl until she finally put you down again, feet into the waterā¦ Wait, where had your shoes gone?
Her arms came up over your shoulders, rubbing and pressing into your strained and aching muscles, the tingly feeling that had come from your seemingly long sleep being worn away by every movement of her hands. That warm scent of sugar once again filled your nose, the dizzy almost sick feeling returning with a vice like grip on your mind as she practically enveloped you. You felt someone sit next to you, lifting Eternal Sugar cookie's wing up and out of the way, was Hollyberry once again, in her hands two goblets that glimmered with berry juice and gold dust. Floating on top of the drinks was a blooming jellied flower you had never seen before. She handed you a cup, as she had done so many times before.
Her dopey smile was infectious, it was distracting. You laughed before he ever realized you had meant to.
"Come now! Raise your cup! Let us drink to this new future!"
Her glass clinked with yours and so caught up in the motions, before you had even registered you were drinking- even when you pulled you lips away the goblet seemed to never empty, and everything became so sluggish. The drink was a warm, rich berry juice, not unlike ones you two had toasted before, the texture was slightly thickened, and glimmered and swirled in a way you couldn't help but watch entranced. The gentle firm motions of Eternal Sugar had slowly ceased, before a motion to pull off your outer layers succeeded as you wobbled, clinking glasses with Holly again.
You talked of many things, unaware if time was even passing, about her son and their family, about the briar patches out the outskirts of the kingdom that had taken a week to clear away, something aboutā¦ waitā¦ where were you now?
Hazed eyes opened and you were laying across Holly's chest, she was laughing and it seemed to have woken you as her stomach shook with joy. You felt as if you were wrapped in the thinnest sugar silks, but had no energy to even lift your head. The call to sleep was so welcoming and inviting. You heard the most soft giggling as a gentle hand cupped your cheek, lifting you off Holly's support by the slightest bit.
"Good morning, my love! You must be hungry, here-"
"Say Aah~"
Before you could even react there was a press of something on your lips, just grazing your teeth caused the skin of it to burst, juice flowing out like a burst balloon as the sweetness washed through your mouth and down your throat, the numbing a pleasant sensation to every aching bone and muscle in you. Your mouth lazed open, letting her continue to feed you the fizzling berries, sparing some for herself and her lover who seemed content as you lounged across her chest. She let one hand play with your hair as her other hand was soon filled by Eternal Sugar placing another filled goblet into it, much to the woman's pleasure. She lifted your head so you could partake as well, warmth melting your mind of any thoughts you had beforeā¦ you don't remember what had you so tense before.. there were surely no worries in a place like thisā¦ and why would you need to look for Holly, she was already here? You head lulled to the side again, your arms falling limp again. A small jellied flower fell out, a single bite out of one of the petals.
Eternal Sugar's smile stretched wide as she braided her lovers hair with berries and flowers as she had with her other half, enjoying watching as the two lazed the evening away. Oh how she did envy their bliss, but no longer would she need to. After all, everything was as it should be here, and she no longer needed the garden. She swept the half eaten flower away into the petals, going back to how she was before, gently dozing and tracing shapes into their clothes, now dressed in their most blinding colors.
Decided to have the ending have somewhat of a cyclical nature, repeating the beginning somewhat, because I wasn't sure how to end it. Perhaps you're caught in a cycle of waking from your lovely stupor, before falling once again? Up to you of course. Tried to keep you as vague as possible.
