𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐘_here

...Poet, writer, artist. (and a Cookie Run fan)

[milkfrozencookie]

🚨 OFFICIAL WARNING🚨

FROM SCOOP AND THE TBD

CLASSIFICATION: URGENT - MAXIMUM SECURITY LEVEL

TO ALL AGENTS OF THE TIME BALANCE DEPARTMENT AND SCOOP MEMBERS:

A COSMIC-GRADE ANOMALY has been detected across the timelines. The entity known as SHADOW MILK COOKIE has successfully penetrated multiple realities, causing fractures in the space-time continuum.

The following warnings must be taken with the utmost seriousness:

⚠️SURVIVAL WARNINGS⚠️

1. If you dream of eyes watching you from the shadows, do not ignore it. It is not a dream. Report immediately to the TBD. Do not wait. Do not hesitate. Every second counts.

2. If you hear a voice calling you by a name that is not yours, DO NOT RESPOND. No matter how familiar it sounds. No matter how much you want to believe it's someone you know. It is a trap. Report to the TBD.

3. If you feel someone watching you and you are completely alone in the room, do not stay still. Do not try to reason. Do not try to convince yourself it's your imagination. Run. Report to the TBD.

4. If you see a light that is neither red nor green, move away. Red light means stop. Green light means stay safe. Any other color is a door. And behind that door, he is waiting.

5. If someone you know begins to act strangely, as if they are not themselves, move away. Do not try to reason with them. Do not try to help them. Report to the TBD. They are not your friend. They are not who you think they are.

6. If you see a crack in time, do not approach. Do not try to repair it. Do not try to look to the other side. The cracks are windows. And he can look through them.

7. If you hear laughter in the distance, run. It doesn't matter where. It doesn't matter if you don't know where you're going. Just run. The laughter is the sound of him approaching.

8. If you feel a sharp, sudden pain in your chest, it is not a heart attack. It is him. He is entering. There is no escape. There is no salvation. Only... him.

9. If you see a silhouette in the darkness, do not stop to stare. Do not try to identify who it is. Do not approach. Just move away. Move away as fast as you can.10. If you hear your name in the mouth of someone who should not know it, do not respond. Do not scream. Do not cry. Just keep walking. As if nothing happened. As if you weren't terrified. As if you didn't know he has already found you.

REMEMBER: THE TBD IS HERE TO PROTECT YOU. BUT IT CANNOT PROTECT YOU FROM EVERYTHING.

AND IF YOU SEE THIS...

......IT IS ALREADY TOO LATE.

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WARNING: ¡RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN!

[milkfrozencookie]

Sooo uh. A YN costume? Alright. What about 'ghost wife'? Idk, just throwing it out there.

[milkfrozencookie]

This chick is one of my female OCs. But I don't know what name to give her lol

[myfavbuckyfics]

When you find an x reader fic with your favorite characters but "Reader" is biologically related to a canon white character,has pink folds and pink nipples,has blonde hair and green eyes halfway into the story and is actually named Olivia or Jessica this whole time.

My POC ass : K,I guess I'll fuck off then.

[burntpastel]

y/n and Captain Clark!

[fallinangel44]

"You're Under Arrest!"

Mafiosos x Detective F!Reader

ft. Shadow Milk, Burning Spice, Silent Salt

MDNI

Includes: Yandere, Forced imprisonment, Government corruption, Violence, Impact play, Dubcon, Smoking, Edging, Bondage, Unprotected sex, Manhandling, Overstimulation, Blood, P-in-v sex, Biting, Size difference, Multiple rounds, Hair pulling, Kissing

AN: Reader discretion is advised. Everyone's a menace except for Silent Salt💔I was also gonna have SMC play more mind games, but whatever 🥀

Word Count: 3.6k+

“Perhaps you should settle on a different case, Y/N.”

The chief’s words echoed in your head as you tried not to scoff while stalking one of the Beasts. A group of nefarious and infamous mafiosos named so because of how cruel and cunning they were, evading law enforcement for years and increasing their bounties to a number that could let someone live comfortably for the rest of their life if they ever managed to catch even one. 

You can’t believe the chief detective could doubt you so much. You may appear air-headed at times and far too energetic around the veterans of the department, but you had still graduated from the academy with honors and were darn right confident you would prove all the old men in the department wrong. 

It’s a shame you never get the chance to.

🃏Shadow Milk Cookie🃏

No one has ever even seen his real face and lived until now. Months of lurking like a criminal, chasing dead ends, and finding the smallest of clues had finally led you to one person: Shadow Milk. You decided to keep the Beast of Deceit’s identity a secret for now, just up until you could gather enough evidence to have him found illicit in the numerous crimes he had committed under hundreds of pseudonyms and false identities. You couldn’t just serve a warrant to the chief executive officer of the most prestigious school system in the country. You’d be sacked immediately. No, you had to be more careful.

This is the worst decision I’ve ever made!

A slap to your ass leaves a nasty red handprint on your flesh and has you squeaking before picking up the pace of your hips again while the man in front of you languidly watches. He doesn’t seem affected at all by your movements, even when you purposefully try to squeeze his dick for all it’s worth in the hopes that he finally cums and you’re able to extract some information out of him in his dazed state.

He blows a puff of smoke from his cigarette to the side before raking his gaze over your body again.

“Is this really the best they had?”

Tears well in your eyes as you bite your tongue to stop yourself from pathetically telling him off despite knowing you’re the only one to blame for even ending up in this situation. You’re the one who wiggled your way into his contacts through one of your informants and apparently fucking the enemy really didn’t work out like it did in the movies, or as it did for your fellow coworkers. 

You’ve been grinding, bouncing, and squeezing him for what felt like an hour now and you had already had to steady yourself multiple times to stop yourself from cumming. It was pure torture. Your head feels dizzy and your senses are slipping away despite him only touching you once. You whimper with each smack of his pelvis against your sensitive pussy as your nails dig into his expensive waistcoat. 

“Didn’t they tell you to keep your hands to yourself?”

“S-sorry…”

You sound absolutely pathetic and it’s only making him want to ruin you more. Watching the rookie who somehow managed to find out his true identity unravel under his fingers and on his cock gave him an endorphin rush that no crime could. The best part was that you still thought he hadn’t figured you out. He could cum right then and there, but it was way more fun this way and it seems like you were at your limit. 

He feels you spasm around his cock, your walls squeezing and massaging his cock in pleasurable waves but failing to milk out anything more than precum. 

I- I can’t…

You’re panting as you lean your head against his chest, breaking the rules that had been pounded into your head by your informant. Oh how Shadow Milk knows it’ll chew you up from the inside out when you realize how awful of an undercover agent you’ve been.

“I didn’t get to cum~ So, I guess this means I don’t have to pay you or your pimp, right?”

You’re still far too disoriented while trying to catch your breath that you don’t hear him mumble your informant’s name. 

“Oh Salty, what have you done…”

He can see your eyes are glazed over and your face is a bright hue, making him scoff.

“Hmmmm…”

Your breath comes out in pants as he puts his cigarette out on an ashtray. His hands grasp your hips and you whimper at the thought of him wanting to keep going. Only to come to your senses when you hear the click of the handcuffs he’s gotten onto your wrists and attached to the bedpost. The key swings on his finger before it goes flying, meters away, and you see him feign surprise.

“Whoops! Guess you’re stuck like this, police girl~”

You can feel your heart drop into your stomach, but you try to keep your calm.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His smile widens into the creepiest grin you’ve ever seen, leaving you looking anywhere but at him while struggling against the cool metal that bound you.

“Oooooo, and I thought I was the Beast of Deceit~”

You can probably kick him or something, but with your hands cuffed and armed guards waiting outside… 

“Stupid little police girl, who did you think was leaving you that breadcrumb trail, hm?”

Your eyes widen, only to squint shut as he draws a whimper from you with a single flick of his nail to one of your nipples. The nub immediately hardening again under the slightest of pressure has him giggling. A gasp leaves your lips when he grabs your face and squeezes your cheeks until it starts to hurt. 

“Now what should I do with you.”

He sing-songs as he swings your head from side-to-side in his grasp. 

“Well, I guess I can’t let you go running back to your silly police job, so I’ll just have to keep you.”

🌶️Burning Spice Cookie 🌶️

The least secretive of the Beasts was the Beast of Destruction who constantly left a trail of scorch marks, blood puddles, and even shreds of money wherever he went, which meant he wasn’t too hard to find. You could feel yourself having second thoughts whenever you would spot the sheer size of him from your hiding spots. It was terrifying to think that someone that large was that quiet with his shadow suddenly looming over you. You didn’t want to turn around with whatever you would see probably being the reason for your heart giving out on you, but slowly you looked up. Rippling muscles and abs on bronzed skin with tattoos to define their structure even more. You gulp before titling your head further up and seeing glowing red eyes. His lips curl back in a smile to show off his sharp teeth and you’re hoping your death is quick.

Your hat haphazardly dangles on your head before falling off and hitting the floor with a soft thud.You can feel his dick deep inside of you. The prominent veins deliciously rub against your inner walls while he throbs from how tightly your walls are squeezing him. His cock bullies its way into you with each thrust and you’re left flailing as you try to steady yourself with the way he’s battering your pussy.

“Ah! Ha~”

“You like that?”

His laugh is akin to thunder with the way it rumbles in his chest and reaches your slicked core. He’s handling you like a doll as he spreads your legs further to the sides to push himself deeper into you.

“No! Ah! You’re too d-deep!”

Your back arches off of the metal wall he had slammed you against while your pussy weeps with each new millimeter of his cock entering you. A cry slips past your lips as you feel his untamed hairs rubbing against your sensitive folds. The burn from the friction only makes your clit throb harder and your eyes roll back. You hiccup while scratching at his chest. Blood starts to bead on his skin and bury itself under your nails only further exciting him.

“Hah! Ah~”

You dig your hands into your shoulders as he nearly bends you in half. His elbows under your arms and his cock shoving itself in and out of your slicked pussy has him grunting and groaning while quickening his pace. The indent of his cock when you look down at your stomach and when his abs press down on it, effectively punches the breath out of you. You can feel him nearing his release and you try to wiggle your hips away from the relentless onslaught.

“N-no, not inside!”

You wail and yet despite yourself, your legs lock around his waist as he spills inside of you. He punches his fist into the wall behind you while pumping you full of his seed while you moan and twitch in his grasp with your eyes refusing to roll back into the front of your head. You barely even flinch from the sound of the impact being so close to your head as small specks of debris fall onto your naked body and disheveled clothes like his cum should have. 

“Eek!”

You squeak when his larger body nearly engulfs yours. His teeth lightly graze your skin before starting to sink into the junction of your neck.

“Y-you can’t!”

“And why not?”

You mewl in shame as he laps the blood that had coated your collarbones and skin from the force of bite. Your hips twitch helplessly as he does as he pleases, leaving you tangling your hands in his thick locks to bring his warmer body close to yours.

“Oh, that’s not fair. You didn’t get to cum too.”

He must have not realized you came at the same time as him.

“W-wait, I did!”

You choke on your spit as his warm thumb pushes down on your clit. He’s shoving his dick back in as far in as he can before grinding more pressure onto your sensitive nub at a faster pace. You’re only able to gasp and moan until you’re squirting all over his throbbing yet still dick and large hand.

Your pussy is stretched out to the brim while you spasm and try to come down from your high. Your hole twitches as he slips his cock out and his semen pours out. Instead of continuing to bully your poor cunt, he decides to dig his hand into your hair. You barely react at him tugging at it to have you tilt your head up, up, and up until your eyes finally meet his while he doesn’t even bother to crane his gaze down more than he wants to.

“Good girl~”

🧂Silent Salt Cookie🧂

A well-kept secret within the police department. The Beast of Silence is only known to a few high-level officials within the upper-most branches, but to you, he was simply your informant. Someone you always trusted to give you information, no matter the price either of you had to pay to receive it. Even when he would warn advise you numerous times to just focus on minor infractions and misdemeanors, and even now when you had been presented to him by his own comrades. You’re tied up, blindfolded, and unconscious, while dressed in a sultry outfit that he never thought he would see you in; you were too demure and a self-conscious stickler to the rules, always in uniform and ready to be called to work. So why…

“We just so happened to catch a little mouse following us. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about her, would you, Silent Salt?”

He can’t say or do anything that’ll give him away, especially not with Shadow Milk’s eyes watching for any more cracks in his visage and Burning Spice itching in the corner for a fight, waiting for a reason to strike him down. 

“Nothing more than you already do, Deceitful one. Though I suppose this is an undercover police officer…”

“Ding-ding-ding! And that’s ten points for you, Salty!”

He wasn’t in the mood for one of Shadow Milk’s games, ever, and especially not now. His brain felt like it was on the verge of catching fire with all the strategies he was thinking of to get you out of here. But it felt impossible with Shadow Milk still here and with the fact that you’ve already heard the nickname Shadow Milk has for him. Just that was reason enough to kill someone outside of the Beasts’ own ranks. He hoped he could possibly stall time long enough for one of them to leave on important business and then he can handle the other on his own before getting you out of here, but… If he tried to talk more than usual, it would raise suspicion. If he advocated for you with his actions, it wouldn’t look good either since he was never one to stop an execution before unless…

“Oooo, why are you looking at her like that? Caught your eye? HeheHAHAH!”

He tries not to scoff and glare at him, but his irritation manages to seep out.

“Don’t make such a scary face. ‘Tis a jest, but if you don’t want her~”

He watches Shadow Milk’s gaze drift over your body. The way his pupils leer at your legs, your waist, and then your cleavage before finally settling on your plush lips while he licks his own. He can’t stand here and do nothing.

“I’ll take her.”

He can’t help himself, he can’t let you be at the mercy of the other Beasts, even if it means risking being caught as the rat in their ranks.

“Huh?”

Burning Spice has a look of disgruntled confusion while Shadow Milk feigns disappointment. He feels as if your fates have been sealed; it was a trap, but he could never let harm befall you even if it were a false threat. A scoff leaves his lips when he hears Shadow Milk whistling at him and follows it up with a glare that still doesn’t shut the other man up.

“I didn’t know you had it in you, Salty. I thought you were uninterested in-”

“Yes. I know. Now may I be left alone with her?”

“You’re fast.”

He looks at Burning Spice with wide eyes at his words while the other man doesn’t acknowledge him and simply walks past him while aggressively bumping his shoulder into Silent Salt’s. Shadow Milk nearly floats out of the room while telling him not to have too much fun and that they’ll be right outside if anything goes wrong.

Curses.

It was one thing to be able to get you out of here while alone, it was another to know that that lecherous faux fool would be standing outside the door, waiting to call him out as a traitor.

“Mmm…”

He turns around at the sound of your voice. You’re slowly waking up and he’s quickly rushing to your side. You’ve only been awake for a few seconds, yet you're immediately letting out muffled shouts of demanding to be let go while struggling to free yourself.

“Shhhh. Calm down.”

You’d know that voice anywhere.

“Si-”

His hand is slapping onto your mouth and you freeze as you hear his voice the coldest it's ever been.

“Do not speak.”

He waits for you to nod before slowly taking his hand off of your mouth while he undoes your blindfold. You groan as you blink in the dim lighting of the room you’re in with a pounding headache that threatens to send you back into the land of dreams. Numerous questions are at the tip of your tongue, but you hold back and look at him with pleading eyes to convey your thoughts instead. He sighs as he wonders where to start.

“Yoohoo, Salty! I don’t hear any moans of pleasure or groans of torture!”

He scoffs at the sound of Shadow Milk’s voice and feels his resolve wavering when he turns back to see your eyes wet with fear but with a shaky sense of hope. Hope in him.

Forgive me, Y/N.

Your eyes roll back as you let out a breathy moan. You always were curious about his appearance under his mask, and now you knew everything about his cock. The way it curved and hit your cervix, the veins that ran down his length and their shape, and the sound of his groans when your walls massaged his girth just right. Drool slips past your lips as you watch a sliver of his abs clench while slowly thrusting into you. The languid pace he had set was driving you mad, even more than each brush of his tip in the deepest parts of you.

“S-Salt~”

You mewl, catching him off guard. His hips stutter when your hands reach up to hold onto his shoulders and push your hips back in rhythm with his thrusts. Filthy sounds of sex echo in the small closet and your moans only grow louder as you near your orgasm. He wasn’t even close, but your fucked out face was riling him up more than he would like to admit. 

“Please~”

Your plea has him snapping out of his thoughts and searching your face for what you wanted. Did you want him to go slower, more shallowly, or were you at your limit and wanted him to stop? But instead, you’re pulling him closer to you before smushing your lips against his, catching him completely off guard. You can see his eyes widen, his pupils darting to your half-lidded ones. His grip on your hips tightens and you’re moaning into the kiss, your tongue prods his lips as you beg for him to reciprocate the kiss.

Is this what you want, Y/N…

If he weren’t inebriated by lust, he would’ve thought you wanted to be captured by his coworkers just for this moment. He would have caught you, heavily reprimanded you, and immediately told your superiors, but right now all he could think of was your soft body against his scarred and calloused one. The way your hips gyrated onto his pelvis, your moans for him to fuck you harder and to not let go. Surely this was all acting for the two men outside. It had to be, or else…

He lets himself go. 

His lips slightly part and your tongue is immediately diving in and tangling with his as it puts up no resistance. He closes his eyes as he falls into your embrace. You’re so desperate and needy, so soft and willing; he doesn’t even know when his seed is spilling into you. His cock throbs as he hears your mewls and buries his face into your neck. You can feel him filling you up with load upon load like he’s been neglecting himself for eons with most of it dribbling out of your hole, unable to keep it all inside. You keep pressing red stained kisses to his lips and cheeks as you come down from your high, eventually sagging onto the chair; spent and exhausted. Your combined fluids make a mess on the floor that leaves him guilt-ridden as he covers you up before fixing his own clothes. 

Not a second sooner, he hears the door thud behind him. Shadow Milk’s leg in the air while the door precariously continues to swing from the force of his kick.

“What did you lock the door for, Salty?”

Burning Spice looks like he wants to be anywhere, but here. He takes one glance at the scene in front of him and SIlent Salt before scoffing and turning away in disgust.

“Oh wow! You really put the work in on her!” 

Far too cheery and energetic; he can tell Shadow Milk knows that something is wrong but refuses to address it. Burning Spice only rolls his shoulders and says he has to go take care of business, leaving you three alone, and that’s when Shadow Milk’s facade drops. That sickeningly cruel smile adorns his lips and has Silent Salt’s glare deepening. 

“Gun or rope?”

“Rope.”

He knows how suspicious he looks. His cover must be fully blown by at this moment, which meant none of his current or future actions mattered now. His neurons were fried as all he could keep thinking about was how soft your walls and lips were. The taste of your lipstick lingered in his mouth and he’s sure that it was most definitely smeared onto his face with the way Shadow Milk’s grin only kept widening the longer he looked at Silent Salt.

“Oh, sure! Here!”

He doesn’t bother thanking the other man as he hands him the rope. Shadow Milk’s eyes stay trained on him, nearly burning holes into his back while he loosely ties your binds. You’re barely coherent as you twitch and whimper his name while he tries to plead with his eyes for you to stop talking. He eventually stands and throws you over his shoulders, your legs slightly tremble but you cease your movements as blood starts to rush back to your skull and get the gears in your head shifting again. You stifle your sounds and try to keep your gaze lowered while he carries you away. Yet, Shadow Milk still made sure to lean down and wave at you. A fat grin on his face while you could only look away in embarrassment and hope you two made it out alive.

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[milkfrozencookie]

Skibis Toilets mios, Sigma boys mios, fan cachondos de Shadow Milk.

Imagina un el ult. Shadow milk ahorcandote pero en el sentido bueno 🗣️🔥 un sueño para masoquistas como yo .

Haha!

Nose que estoy asiendo con mi vida pero lo amo

[alice-angel12x]

Crk My Little Cookies Au

yes, yes i took time out of my life to make this. Why? Cause my Adhd demands it. So have fun with my crk brain vomit, and I have more stuff for this au.

So yes I turned all our faves into ponies, and of course our fave Y/n dragon is in this.

I had so much fun drawing shadow milk and the many forms he will go through as he goes through his story, from corruption to redemption.

I thought way too much about this....

[nixnephili]

The Collector

Lies are investments. Temporary, yet repetitive.

They require rigorous, consistent payments. Of thoughts, misdirection, mistrust... A little bit here, a little bit there.

All depends on the size, really. A little white lie? A small upfront payment of momentary guilt.

A lie about your life? Well..investment. Weekly, monthly, yearly.

It's a buisness. One can very comfortable sell dreams. Ideas, hopes.

All marketable.

But, one must collect customer investment. Always.

-Nix🌙

[kissysea2]

We found our new guest. . .

[kissysea2]

Aaw he's adorable!

[sare-nim]

One of the biggest moments of vulnerability.

How Pure Vanilla Cookie and Shadow Milk Cookie view intimacy with you.

Reader is without gender.

Trigger warning for Shadow Milk Cookies part-> toxic behavior bordering on sexual abuse if not comfortable then stop reading please.

Pure Vanilla Cookie

Pure vanilla takes care of you so delicately to the point that one would assume you're made out of glass. He sees the act as the most delicate and enlightening one. He feels honored because you not only feel safe with him but will allow him to witness your purest form.

He doesn't rush or even speak in a way that is claiming. To him, this was an act of pure trust not of claiming. He praises you for even taking your clothes off as to him, you're presenting your soul to him, not body.

His fingers caress your form carefully, his eyes glued to your face searching for a hint of displeasure you might show.

If you show unease as he touches a part you feel insecure towards, he immediately moves his hand away to touch a another part of your body but still will place kisses on the said body part.

He won't comment on it as this moment isn't one of questioning or discussion. You both have done that before starting. This is a moment of pure love and trust.

He leans down not to bite your skin but to kiss it, so softly. Despite you trusting him so much his still a bit nervous to start, he almost doesn’t trust himself with pleasing you.

"You're perfect. My blue bird…the witches most pure creation." He whispers as he finally kisses your lips, his hands holding your face so gently.

His thumbs rubbed against the skin of your cheeks. His eyes look at you even as you have closed your eyes shut. Your face red from how affected you are by his appreciation of your body.

He lets his lips pull into a small smile even as he lets you lead the kiss. His mind too focused on admiring you.

He feels much more assured by the positive response. With the confidence he gets from the response, he slides his hand down not to caress but to touch where you wanted most. His eyes slowly close while his fingers hesitantly start touching your core.

In the end, you will feel so loved, so cared for as Pure Vanilla Cookie treats you like treasure.

After the act, you'll feel great, not sore at all, the kind of exhaustion that claims you is one that leaves you sleepy, not aching. Still, he will shower you in love as if you were left aching instead.

"My blue bird do you want a massage?"

Shadow Milk Cookie

Unlike his past self and Pure Vanilla Cookie he sees intimacy as a power play.

He seeks to control you even when doing something so sacred. If you're expecting him to worship or even be obsessed with you in a soft yandere way (like some visual novels), then you're being foolish.

He won't even let you see his naked form. You don't deserve to. He sees the act as a need of pure control and egoistic need for it. His hands will hold you tight, his nails digging into your skin so much you will be left with bleeding scars.

If you're a masochist then you have your dream toxic, man. If not? This is your worst nightmare.

He cares little for what you want or like. If you ask to stop, he won't even though he told you he would stop if you asked. You really believed that stupid lie?

It gave him so much joy seeing you so powerless and fooled.

He doesn't use his magic to hold you down. No, that means he sees your pathetic attempts as serious ones. However, he does love it when you think you can stop him only to fail so horribly.

He'll talk to you as if you're nothing but a creature made to be used.

"HAH-AHA!! Come on doll, don't cry! It doesn't hurt that badly!…not as much as this upcoming act.."

He'll slap you across the face without hesitation. Your cheek burning from the act, your eyes full of tears that were of pain mixed with pleasure. Your nose bleeding in response to the harsh slap blood rolling down your lips starting to drip down to your chest.

The sight of you crying and bleeding because of him makes him laugh out loud in pure amusement.

"You're so weak! A perfect doll, that's what you are!"

In the end, you are left bruised body hurting so much. You most likely blacked out from pain and blood loss. You're left hurting so much that even opening your eyes is a challenge. He, if pleased, will heal you up, then start dressing you up as if you were a real doll to be decorated by his hands.

"Come on, doll! Do a little twirl, let your GOD see his masterpiece move~"

[kissysea2]

Sitting on Shadow Milk's lap!~✨️🥛

[milkfrozencookie]

Jelly Bean costume 🗣️🔥

[yourdeceitfulness]

for the shadow milk doodles, maybe y/n and shamil gossiping while cuddling or something similar please? thank you and sorry if this is too detailed!

sure do wonder what they're gossiping about.

[milkfrozencookie]

. An angel for my God .

Shadow milk x ¡Fallen Angel!You

“ . A god without flightneeds a sleepless sight.From six regions or more,so he won't trip or soar. But if the angel's brief,the sky becomes a thief.And the god, with no stair,just stays in prayer . ”

.

Once upon a time, in the skies above the world of cookies, there was a legion of messenger angels created to serve the Witches. They were beings of pure light, with wings of white and golden feathers, and their sole purpose was to transmit the will of their Divine Creators to mortal cookies.

You were one of them.

From your creation, you believed in the Witches with absolute devotion. You saw them as benevolent goddesses, as mothers who watched over all the cookies of the world. You prayed every night, your hands clasped and your wings folded, begging the Witches to heed the lamentations of the cookies. You believed that Dark Enchantress Cookie, with her chaos and destruction, was merely a test that the Witches allowed to strengthen the cookies, and that when danger was truly imminent, they would descend from the heavens to save everyone.

"The Witches will come," you told yourself. "We only need to have faith. They see everything. They know when the right time to intervene is."

But the moment never came.You witnessed wars. You witnessed suffering. You saw innocent cookies crushed by the tyranny of Dark Enchantress Cookie, by the fury of Burning Spice Cookie, by the indifference of the Beasts. And on every occasion, you looked up to the sky, hoping to see the Witches descend with their divine power to put an end to the chaos.They never came down.The Witches remained silent. They watched from their distant realm, indifferent to the suffering they themselves had created. They did not answer your prayers, they did not heed the cries of the cookies, they did not lift a single finger to stop the pain.Your faith cracked. Then it fractured. And finally, it shattered into pieces.The decisive moment came during the last great battle against Dark Enchantress Cookie. Chaos spread throughout the kingdom. Cookies died by the thousands. Darkness engulfed everything.And you, from the heights of the skies, watched with a broken heart, waiting, pleading, begging for the Witches to appear.

They did not.

Dark Enchantress Cookie was defeated... by mortal heroes, not by divinities. The cookies, with their own strength, courage, and determination, had achieved what the angels had begged the Witches for centuries.It was then that the truth struck you like lightning:The Witches were never going to come. They never cared. They only created us as an experiment, as a game. And when the game became boring, they abandoned us.Bitterness surged into your heart like poison. Your wings, once white as snow, began to turn gray. The light in your eyes faded, replaced by a deep sadness and a contained rage.

"Why?" you whispered in the solitude of the skies.

"Why did they create us to suffer? Why didn't they heed us?"

No answer came.And then, in the midst of your despair, you heard a voice.It was not the voice of a Witch. It was much more... theatrical. Much more interesting.

The void was his kingdom now.Not the cold, empty void of before, but a malleable space that bent to his will. An infinite theater where he was the sole actor, director, and spectator.

A blank canvas upon which he would paint his new reality.

Shadow Milk Cookie let himself fall onto the throne he had created from nothing. It was a grotesque and beautiful structure.His hair now swayed from side to side, alongside new eyes from the beasts he had consumed, and a heart that pulsed with voices.

"Ugh," he exhaled, stretching his new arms above his head in a theatrical gesture. "Now this is comfortable. So long levitating that I forgot what it felt like to have a solid seat under my... what do I have? My rear? My dough? My divine essence?" He laughed to himself, a sharp, lilting sound that echoed in the void. "What a trivial question! But when you're a god, even trivialities deserve attention."

He settled into the throne, crossing one leg over the other with studied elegance. His hands now had fingers, claws, and each arm seemed to be light and darkness itself. Those fingers began to tap repeatedly on the arm of the throne, staring fixedly at his only companion.

You.

Standing a few steps away, your wings now completely gray. Your eyes, once full of blind faith in the Witches, now reflected something more complex: devotion, fear, and a hint of shared madness.

"Kneel," said Shadow Milk, without raising his voice, but in a tone that brooked no argument.The command fell upon you like a tangible weight.

And you knelt. Not out of fear of punishment, but because, deep down, it was what you had always wanted to do. You had spent so long serving goddesses who never answered, praying to creators who never came.You had witnessed the chaos of Dark Enchantress Cookie unleashed, waiting for the Witches to descend and restore order.

But they never arrived. You stayed there, with your angelic brethren, watching the world crumble while your goddesses remained silent.And then he arrived.Not with heavenly trumpets or divine light. He arrived with a mocking smile and a staff that seemed to laugh at everything you considered sacred.

He arrived and showed you the truth: that the Witches never cared about you, that they never would, that you were as dispensable as any ordinary cookie.And instead of crumbling, you found something new to cling to.

"Ah, what a lovely sight," Shadow Milk murmured, leaning slightly forward to get a better look at you. His heterochromatic eyes, now with many extras of the same eye color as his former Beast companions, gleamed with a dangerous glint

. "A fallen angel, kneeling before the god of lies. Isn't that poetic? Your old heaven abandoned you, and here you are, worshiping the one who showed you hell."

"It's not hell," you replied, your voice firm despite your posture.

"It's freedom."Shadow Milk let out a cackle, a sharp, raspy sound that echoed in the void.

«¡Libertad! ¡Oh, me encanta!». Se levantó del trono con un movimiento ágil y caminó hacia ti con pasos lentos y decididos. Aquella nueva capa, blanca y dorada por un lado y negra por el otro, se movía como si tuviera vida propia tras él.

"Tell me, little angel, what freedom did you find? The freedom of knowing your goddesses didn't love you? The freedom of accepting that the universe is meaningless chaos?"

He stopped in front of you, bending down to be at your level. His face was so close you could see the small details: the sly smile, the mark under his eye that now seemed to move like water on his face, his completely blue eye with strange figures within it, and that spark of madness in his gaze.

"Or perhaps," he whispered, "you found the freedom to choose whom to worship."

"You," you answered without hesitation.Shadow Milk straightened up, laughing again.

"Excellent! Magnificent! A performance worthy of my best audience!" He paced around you, like a director observing his favorite actor.He stopped behind you, and you felt his fingers brush against one of your wings. His touch was cold, but not unpleasant.

"These wings," he murmured, "used to be symbols of submission to goddesses who didn't deserve your devotion. Now they are... what are they now?"

"They are yours," you replied. "As is everything I am."Shadow Milk let out a theatrical sigh.

"Oh, you're so adorable when you say things like that." He turned and returned to his throne, sitting down with exaggerated elegance.

"But don't think this means you're special. You're entertaining, that's all. A pleasant distraction while I wait for my new reality to take shape."

"I know," you replied, unfazed.

He raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise (which he wasn't).

"You know? Well, well. Maybe you did learn something from me." He smiled, a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"So tell me, my little fallen angel, what do you think I'll do with you once my world is ready? Will I turn you into a puppet? Will I leave you floating in the void? Or will I place you in my new world as a reminder of what you abandoned to follow me?"

"Whatever you want," you replied calmly. "I've served goddesses who didn't listen to me. I'd rather serve a god who at least looks at me."

Shadow Milk fell silent for a moment. Then his smile widened, showing too many teeth, as sharp as a shark's teeth eager for dinner tonight.

"You know, I almost like you." He rested his cheek on his hand, observing you with interest.

"But don't be mistaken. I'm not a benevolent god. There will be no rewards for your devotion. There will be no paradise at the end of this path. Only... more lies. More spectacle. More chaos."

"I know," you repeated.And in your voice, there was no doubt or fear. Only the certainty of someone who had already lost everything that mattered and had found something new to cling to—the desperation of having someone to pray to was palpable.

Shadow Milk Cookie laughed, and his laughter filled the void like an off-key but hypnotic song.

"Welcome to the world of lies, my little angel. Where lies rule."

[milkfrozencookie]

. Echo of your presence .

Black Sapphire x ¡Ghost!You

“ . Once, coiled in scaly trust,a serpent warmed an egg in dust.She thought its shell held her own seed—she gave it all the heat she'd need.But when it cracked, a wing took flight—not hers, not hers. And in that night,she slid away, erased from light. ”

...

She appeared in his life without warning, like an ink stain on a perfect parchment. A ghost cookie, translucent and shimmering, with a smile far too wide for her face and eyes that sparkled with mischief.

"Hello, Lord of Lies!" she chirped, floating upside down in front of his face as he tried to read a report. "What are you doing?"

Black Sapphire didn't look up."Working. Leave."

"How boring!" she exclaimed, twirling in the air like a leaf caught in the wind. "Don't you have anything more interesting to do? Like... I don't know... telling lies?"

"Lies are told with purpose, not for entertainment."

"So serious!" she laughed, and her laughter chimed like broken bells. "That's why I need you and your seriousness. You add flavor to my dull existence."

Black Sapphire sighed. Ever since she had appeared, his life had become a living hell. Not because she was evil—at least, not in a way that could truly harm him—but because she was incredibly, terribly, exasperatingly annoying.

"Give that back!" he growled, watching her float with his floating microphone in her hands, examining it like it was a new toy.

"This?" she said, spinning it in the air. "It's pretty. Mind if I use it for a bit?"

"Yes, I do mind."

"Too bad," she said, and flew off with it.

That was their routine. Day after day, the (Favorite Flavor) —as she called herself, though Black Sapphire never knew if it was her real name or just another of her lies—appeared to annoy him. She moved his things around. Hid his documents. Appeared behind him when he least expected it and blew into his ear, making him shiver.

"Don't touch me!" he once exclaimed, flinching away when she passed a ghostly hand through his shoulder.

"I can't help it," she said, with a playful smile.

"You're so... tangible. I'm not."In her moments of honesty—which were rare—she admitted that death had left her cold."I don't feel anything," she said one night, floating by the window, staring at the stars through the frosted glass. "No cold, no heat, no pain. Just... emptiness. But when I annoy you, I feel something. Anger. Fun. That's better than nothing."Black Sapphire looked at her for a long moment.

"You're pathetic," he finally said.

"Yes," she nodded, still smiling. "But I'm your pathetic."

And then, one day, she was gone.Black Sapphire noticed her absence immediately. The silence was different, heavier.

There was no laughter, no objects floating in the air, no bright eyes watching him from the shadows.

"(Favorite Flavor)," he called, at first with indifference.

"Stop playing. I don't have time for your games."

Silence.

"(Favorite Flavor), I mean it. I have work to do."

Silence.

"(Favorite Flavor)..." his voice cracked slightly, a barely perceptible tremor.

"..."

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