AN: Eternal Sugar Cookie's part has a hint for one of my other WIPs hehehehe
Word Count: 2.2k+
🃏Shadow Milk Cookie🃏
“Mmph, calm down!”
But he doesn't hear you. His cock greedily plunges into your hole where it grinds against your walls. Fluids drip out of you as his cum mixes with yours and spills onto the sheets.
How could he think of stopping now when you've been denying him for months?
It all started when you woke up weirdly horny. The ache in your legs dire and Shadow Milk spooning you as he slept. You could feel the shape of his dick through your clothes and it only made you more aroused. You two were husband and wife, right? It wouldn't hurt to ask him to…
You flush a light hue as you turn around to face him. He's sleeping so calmly while all you can think of are these dirty and rampant thoughts. Soft breaths escape him as his eyes remain closed in blissful slumber.
He looks so sweet…
You shake your head as you try to will away your desires, but his knee suddenly lodges between your legs and has you grunting out loud. Much to your embarrassment, his eyes flutter open and that wicked grin you despise makes its way to his face.
“Oh, I'm sorry, darling~ Is someone a little worked up?”
You pout and frown at him as the hue on your cheeks deepens.
“You just woke up. What are you talking about?”
Your breath hitches when you feel his thigh start to grind against your clothed core.
“You're soaking wet and you're asking me what I'm talking about?”
Small moans slip past your lips as you opt to hide your face behind your hands. Your hips roll against his leg as he tenses his leg to grind better against you. You can hear his breathy chuckles and feel your fingers being pried apart for you to peek through. His smile widens when he makes eye contact with you and sees for himself how red you’ve become.
“My shining star, we're married, remember? There's no shame in a married couple having a little fun, right~”
The teasing lilt you're far too used to slithers its way into your once soft conversation. A kiss to your neck serves as a precursor to his hands slowly pushing up your top and him having his way with you.
Your legs flail uselessly as his hands pin your waist and stomach to the bed. The force of his thrusts have you seeing stars and struggling to keep your grip on reality. The sheets crumple under your fingers as you try to grasp onto anything as he presses harder on the bulge appearing on your tummy. You cry out his name as a plea for mercy when you see his forked tongue inching out of his mouth before it shoves itself down your throat.
It's too much…
Tears form in your eyes as the hairs on his pelvis grind down on your clit while you gag on his tongue. It feels like the forked muscle is going as far as it can down your throat just as his cock continues to reshape your pussy.
Strangled moans barely leave your mouth as he grabs your legs and swivels his cock inside of you like he's trying to make more space for it to fit. Your eyes roll back as you cum on the spot and spasm on his dick. Fluids gush out in squirts onto his pelvis and stomach as he keeps pushing through your ever tightening walls. You can feel his tentacles starting to emerge and brush against your thighs and chest.
“Mmph!”
Your nails drag down his pecs as one bold tentacle decides to swipe the cum on your folds and use it to plunge into your rear hole while the others circle where he's already connected to you. Your legs jerk in his grip and he's pushing his weight further onto you. You can feel your air supply depleting and he only lets up when he notices you growing limp in his arms. His tongue untangles from yours as he instead chooses to suck a bruise into your collarbone.
“S-Shadow Milk, calm down!”
Your whimper has him becoming even harder as he tries to take your plea into consideration. Bruised lips, glossy skin, and an over sensitive pussy that twitches with a single touch. You can see him think about it as his thrusts become shallower and slower while he looks over your pitiful form. You let out a breath of relief you didn't know you were holding, only to have it ripped away as he starts pounding back into you with even more renewed vigor.
“No! Sha- Mmph!!!”
He's kissing you again to silence you and your watery eyes can just barely make out the feral determination in his.
He's going to keep going until I pass out…
Your hand that had been scratching his chest is pinned down with his fingers intertwining with yours. The metallic clink of your wedding rings bumping into each other follows you into your sex-filled dreams.
🌼 Pure Vanilla Cookie🌼
You're too cute, sweet, and pure, and everything above and beyond for him. Your watery eyes and trembling lips have him ushering you into his warm embrace as you two brave the thunderstorm outside of your home's walls.
“It's nothing to be afraid of. Just a small event from nature to nurture the life that grows on Earthbread.”
You nod at his words, but still jump every time there's a loud crackle of thunder or sudden flash of light. His chuckle makes you blush as you try to hide your face against his chest. You're squirming in his lap to get into a comfortable position and that's when you feel it. Something hard and prominent that has him jolting slightly every time you brush against it. You may have amnesia, but you weren't a complete idiot. You've touched yourself to the thought of him while he was out on official business and had to leave you alone for a while. Knowing that he felt the same way about you as you have for the past few months has you becoming heated and aroused, even more than him.
“Pure Vanilla…”
“Hmm, yes?”
You can hear his voice shaking as he grows embarrassed over the possibility of you calling him out on his boner. A cute, reddish hue dusts his cheeks and has you acting even bolder. Your arms wrap around his neck as you bring your face closer to his and it has his eyes opening in shock. He's leaning back and placing a hand on the bed to steady himself, but you quickly shorten the gap.
“Do you like me?”
“O-of course I do! I like you more than anything...”
You experimentally roll your hips against his and notice his breath catching. He doesn't even try to pull away this time and only gives you a hooded look.
“Do you love me?”
“Always…”
Your lips form a wobbly smile as you feel his lips press onto yours in a tender kiss.
You wanted more. No, you needed more.
His gentle thrusts have you whining in his hold as his warm hands soothe your sore pelvis and tummy. He's been letting himself be swallowed by your warm walls without a need to rush in the world, besides your growing frustration, which he hadn’t noticed yet. His shallow thrusts have your mixed juices dribbling out of your hole as it twitches around his length. It felt like blissful torture.
“Hm?”
He glances at you in confusion when he feels your hand scrambling on the sheets, while continuing to slowly drag his cock in and out of you. Your hand eventually lands on his and squeezes his with your pleas of him to go faster and harder finally reaching his ears. A tender kiss is placed on your shoulder and you let out a sigh of relief as he relents and starts to push his hips a bit more aggressively against yours.
“Remember to tell me if it's too much, love.”
T-too much!
His hair cascades around you like a curtain and hides the expressions you're making for him. The slap of his hips against the plush of your ass has your eyes rolling into the back of your head with your muffled moans coming out strangled from the sheets you’re left biting into. His hands stay intertwined with yours and pins them down as his soft grunts sound in your ears and only make your clit throb even more. You try to squirm away from him and dig your pelvis into the mattress, but his hips chase after yours and more of his weight settles onto your soft body. You're littered in wet kisses and sometimes your oversensitive body comes from just that alone. Your whimpers go into one ear and out the other, only making him harder and wanting to bury himself deeper into your gummy walls. The warmth drives him mad as he came for all he’s worth an hour ago, but continues to shoot blanks into your womb.
He’s missed this.
He’s missed you, and now he’ll never let you go again. He’s not even sure he can stop right now, especially not when you’re spasming on his cock for the nth time and crying his name like it’s the only thing you remember how to say.
“Don’t worry, I’m right here.”
You sniffle as his cock slowly drags itself out before plunging itself fully back in. You jolt when his hand reaches down to play with your clit and start to babble incoherent nonsense that has him chuckling as your pussy squeezes his cock again and has you cumming for the second time in under a few minutes. Your entire body shakes when his soft hairs brush against your spine as he leans down even closer to whisper his promise to you.
“And I’ll always stay by your side.”
💞 Eternal Sugar Cookie💞
Sweet affirmations of love float through the air accompanied by your moans and the slurping noises coming from your core. Her mouth is latched onto your pussy as her tongue refuses to stop circling your clit with symbols you couldn’t even begin to perceive with how she made your mind blank with pleasure. Her fingers thrust into your hole and the sheer intensity of it has you screaming as you arch your back. Drops of your juices flick onto the sheets as she nearly shoves her entire hand into you and massages your walls while you try to come down from your high.
“I love you~ I love you, Y/N~”
A sweet laugh that you would have usually considered a warm start to your day has you quivering in fear of how much more she’s willing to toy with your body. She was almost like a vampire that’s been trying to drain you dry.
“O-only one more, r-right?”
Her eyes narrow as her smile widens. You tremble under her darkening gaze and wonder if you should start begging for mercy now.
“Mmm, just one more~”
Her dulcet words were a lie.
“Oh, Y/N…”
Her voice is a breathy gasp as she wiggles her hips on the two-way strap. Every smack of her pelvis against yours sends a shockwave through you and leaves you both moaning each other’s names.
“Hehehaha~”
Your mind is a mess as she manically giggles over your fucked out figure. Her hand squeezes one of her breasts as she rolls the nipple in between her fingers.
“Ah! Ah, please Eternal Sugar!”
Your nails dig into the pillow behind your head as your body is forced to arch with another stuffed under your hips. A better angle for her to get pleasure from the strap too, she had said. But it just felt like it was an excuse for her to have a better angle to hit your sweet spots with. Your eyes roll back as you feel another orgasm being ripped out of you. Her hands roughly grab your breasts before squeezing them as if milk would start spilling forth. Her lips greedily engulf the pebbled nub as she switches between them to give each enough attention.
“No, wait don-”
Your squeal is cut short as she pumps even harder. The action leaves her drooling onto your skin as you’re left grabbing onto her arms in an attempt to pry her off.
“Hngh!”
Her weight settles onto you like a weighted blanket as she continues to thrust without rhythm. Her lips chase your pulse as she kisses nearly every expanse of skin before sliding her tongue over your gasping mouth. The smooth muscle spills drool past your open lips before intertwining with your tongue in a risque dance that leaves your eyes half-lidded and moans drowned out.
“Mmph!”
Your hips jolt in succession with her tail slapping your little clit. The throbbing in your legs grows unbearable, louder than your own heartbeat, and has you squirming in her grasp. She only holds you tighter in her embrace before sheathing herself fully into you. Your nipples rub against each other, the textured skin sending tingles of electricity through you. You're both unbearably close as you can feel the tail between you two flicking at your clits while sliding in between both of your folds, mixing slick as she grinds down onto your pussy.
“E-Eternal Sugar!”
“Shhh, it's okay. I'll take care of you. Don't worry. Let's fall into an endless embrace~”
Her gentle voice shushes you as you cry under her from overstimulation. One more wasn’t enough and would never be enough for her.
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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 now… everything was quiet. Suspiciously quiet.
They hadn’t cornered you since. No dramatic declarations. No smirking threats. No confessions.
Just… presence.
They were always there.
When you slipped into the gardens to “get some air,” 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: “Oh? Cooking for your lovers?”
You choked on air. “I—I’m not—!”
“Not what?” he asked sweetly. “Not ours yet?”
You fled before he could follow up.
And now, curled in the far corner of the library with a book you weren’t reading, you were trying very hard not to overthink.
Maybe you had misunderstood. Maybe that night had just been… an intense moment. A misunderstanding. A dream?
You buried your face in your hands and groaned softly.
“Everything alright, little one?”
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.
“O-Oh! I’m okay!” you chirped too fast. “Just reading! Just relaxing! Just—ah, being alive! As one does!”
He blinked slowly. “You’re trembling.”
You looked down. Your hands were shaking.
“Oh. Must be the tea. I had… four cups?”
A pause. Then a sigh.
He stepped forward and reached down—gracefully, confidently—and cupped your cheek. His thumb brushed the corner of your mouth. Your breath caught.
“There,” he murmured, voice like silk. “You had sugar on your lips.”
You turned bright red.
“A-Ahaha—thank you—I didn’t notice—”
“You often don’t.”
You didn’t know what that meant, but before you could question it, his hand slid away.
“I’ll be in the courtyard if you’d like company,” he added softly. “Shadow Milk is there too.”
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.
“Well, well,” he drawled. “Look what the sugar wind blew in.”
“I was just walking,” you said defensively, even as Pure Vanilla greeted you with a hand outstretched, leading you to sit between them on the bench.
The silence was… odd.
Warm, but taut.
You peeked up at them both.
Pure Vanilla’s gaze kept drifting toward you, unreadable but constant.
Shadow Milk Cookie leaned in until his hair brushed your shoulder. “No poems for us today?” he teased. “No honeyed attempts at playing Cupid?”
You shrank a little. “I—I haven’t really felt like matchmaking lately…”
“Oh?” His grin widened. “Why’s that, pet? Realizing your aim was off?”
You flushed. “No! I mean—maybe! I mean—I just—it’s been a weird few days, okay?”
They said nothing.
Just watched you.
And suddenly you became very aware of how close they were. How Shadow Milk’s knee pressed into yours, and how Pure Vanilla’s hand rested on the bench behind your back, thumb brushing your shoulder every so often like it belonged there.
You swallowed.
“I think I’m just… confused,” you said quietly, eyes down. “I thought I understood things. But maybe I didn’t.”
Shadow Milk leaned in, lips at your ear. “You didn’t.”
You shivered.
Pure Vanilla’s voice was soft, but firm. “You will.”
Your breath caught.
The moment lingered—three hearts in the golden hush—and 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 here—somehow, again—with them.
It wasn’t planned. Not formally. You hadn’t been summoned. But when you passed by the small candle-lit parlor and saw the door cracked open, and Pure Vanilla’s warm voice drifted out alongside Shadow Milk’s amused chuckle, your feet simply… stopped.
Your heart beat too fast.
They were waiting.
And worst of all?
Some tiny, trembling part of you didn’t want to undo it.
You didn’t sleep that night.
Not really.
You’d wandered back to your room like a ghost, your skin tingling, ears still echoing with their voices. You’d tried to busy yourself. Tried to read. To wash. To breathe.
But your mind kept drifting.
To Pure Vanilla’s fingers on your cheek. To Shadow Milk’s shadow-warm laughter. To the way they looked at you—like 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 headed—down 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 he’d been meditating.
They both looked up when you entered.
And smiled.
“Evening, little one,” Pure Vanilla said gently, patting the seat beside him.
“I—I was just walking by…” you mumbled, clutching your sleeves. “Didn’t mean to intrude.”
“Oh, but you’re not intruding.” Pure Vanilla’s voice was low, rich. “We were just talking about you.”
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.
“Me?” you squeaked.
“Mhm.” Shadow Milk offered a crooked smile. “Our darling little matchmaker who seems to have given up her mission.”
Your cheeks burned.
“I just… figured I’d let things happen naturally,” you mumbled. “I was probably overstepping before.”
“Oh, but you were so adorable while doing it,” he purred, leaning forward to rest his elbow on his knee. “Playing Cupid. Thinking we were tangled up in each other. How precious.”
You shrank.
Pure Vanilla’s hand settled on your lower back. His thumb rubbed slow, grounding circles.
“You still believe that?” he asked softly. “That we’re meant for one another?”
You hesitated. “I… I don’t know.”
“Hm.” Shadow Milk leaned closer. “Then perhaps it’s time we clarify.”
You blinked. “Clarify what?”
Neither of them answered right away. Instead, Pure Vanilla gently took your hand—warm, soft, reverent—and brought it to his lips. He kissed your knuckles, slow and careful, eyes never leaving yours.
Your heart stuttered.
“I…” 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.
“You smell nervous,” he teased, voice dark and low.
“I’m not—!” you squeaked, but your voice betrayed you.
He laughed. “Liar.”
Then his hand trailed under your chin, tilting your face toward him—so close you could see the flicker of shadows in his eyes.
“You’re blushing,” Pure Vanilla murmured, still holding your hand.
“I’m not—!!” You tried to pull away, but neither held you down. They didn’t 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.
“I—what is this—” your voice was barely a breath.
“A beginning,” Pure Vanilla said simply.
“Our beginning,” Shadow Milk added, brushing his nose along your jaw, smug and lazy. “You thought you were orchestrating a romance…”
“…But you were the one being pursued all along,” Pure Vanilla finished.
You trembled, wide-eyed, lips parted.
“W-Why didn’t you say something before?”
Shadow Milk laughed, low and rich. “We did. You were just too busy playing matchmaker to notice.”
You wanted to argue—but 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 breathless—too stunned to move—and then Pure Vanilla’s lips took his place.
He was softer. Slower. He kissed you like a lullaby, like you were made of spun sugar and he couldn’t 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: “You… you kissed me…”
Shadow Milk’s grin curled sharp and devilish. “She’s catching on.”
Pure Vanilla just smiled, smoothing a hand over your thigh like it had always belonged there. “You still think we’re in love with each other?”
“…N-No.”
“Good,” they said together.
And you didn’t notice it then—but your matchmaking days were already over.
The room was quiet now.
Not the cozy parlor from before, no—this was deeper inside the castle. Warmer. Dimmer. Lit with low flames and sweet-scented incense curling through the air like silken fog.
You weren’t sure how you got here.
One moment, you were still dazed from their kisses. The next… you were walking. Guided gently by Pure Vanilla’s hand, Shadow Milk close behind you, his palm pressed to your lower back.
You told yourself you could leave. That they hadn’t forced you.
But the door shut behind you, and neither of them asked for permission.
They didn’t need to.
Because your legs didn’t 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 Milk’s voice was the first to break the silence.
“Well?” he drawled. “Will you pretend again, pet? Or do we finally have your attention?”
You opened your mouth—then closed it again.
Because you didn’t 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.
“Come here,” he murmured. “Please.”
You let him pull you forward.
You didn’t protest when Shadow Milk came to your other side, twirling a lock of your hair between his fingers, eyes half-lidded and dangerous.
“You’re too dressed,” he murmured. “That won’t do.”
You squeaked. “W-What?!”
“You didn’t think we’d worship you through your clothes, did you?” Shadow Milk purred, leaning close enough for his lips to graze your ear. “Mm… no, little dove. If you’re going to be the center of our world, we want to see you. All of you.”
Your breath caught as Pure Vanilla’s hand rose to your collar.
“I won’t tear anything,” he promised gently. “I’ll go slow.”
He did.
His fingers moved with holy reverence, undoing your fastenings one by one. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. His knuckles brushed your throat, your collarbone, your chest—and 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. “Shivering already… are you cold, or just excited?” he teased.
You couldn’t answer.
Your gown slipped down your arms. Pure Vanilla helped it off your body like unwrapping a ribboned gift, folding it neatly aside—too neat, like it was a ritual.
Left in your shift, you instinctively wrapped your arms around yourself.
But they weren’t having that.
Shadow Milk clicked his tongue. “No hiding.”
Pure Vanilla’s fingers slid beneath the hem of your shift. “Let us show you,” he whispered.
And before you could respond, they lifted it off—together. 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 Vanilla… was kneeling in front of you now, eyes level with your thighs, his gaze reverent.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed.
“And finally ours,” Shadow Milk whispered into your hair.
They guided you to the bed, laying you across the plush sheets like something sacred.
Shadow Milk’s mouth was everywhere first—neck, shoulders, chest—pressing 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.
“So patient,” he said softly. “So good for us.”
You whimpered. “I—I don’t know what to do—”
Shadow Milk’s laugh rumbled against your skin. “Don’t worry, pet. You just lay there and learn.”
He dipped down.
And then his mouth was on you.
You cried out, hips jerking—but Pure Vanilla was already there, soothing your trembling body with steady hands, whispering, “Breathe. Breathe, darling. Let him love you.”
And love you, he did.
His tongue was merciless—flicking, curling, tasting every inch. Shadow Milk moaned like he was the one being ruined. “You’re so sweet, sweetheart,” he crooned. “No wonder we fought so hard to have you.”
You were already falling apart—and they hadn’t even fucked you yet.
You were already soaked.
Breathless, body humming, lips kissed swollen, thighs sticky with arousal from Shadow Milk’s relentless mouth. Your hands had curled tight into the sheets, and your voice—shaky and sweet—had been reduced to soft gasps and whimpers.
But they weren’t done.
Not even close.
“She's ready,” Shadow Milk murmured, licking his lips, gaze still fixed between your legs. “She wants it now.”
You let out a soft noise—half denial, half plea.
“Oh?” Pure Vanilla’s voice was calm, but cool. “You seem awfully eager.”
Shadow Milk turned his head, eyes glinting. “Jealous, your Grace?”
“I’m simply observing,” Pure Vanilla replied smoothly, brushing his thumb over your trembling stomach. “You’re always so quick to rush. She deserves more than that.”
“I took my time,” Shadow Milk huffed, crossing his arms like an offended cat. “I prepped her. I primed her.”
You blinked, dazed, still halfway to heaven. “W-Wait—what are you—”
“She needs to be entered slowly,” Pure Vanilla said, voice gentle as his hand slid lower. “She’s sensitive.”
“I know she’s sensitive,” Shadow Milk snapped, eyes narrowing. “I’ve tasted how sensitive. Which is exactly why I should go first.”
“She trusts me.”
“She likes it rough.”
“She needs to be held.”
“She needs to be wrecked.”
You stared at them, wide-eyed, caught between two ancient cookies arguing over your body like it was a priceless treasure at auction.
“…Are you two seriously fighting over this right now?” you asked, voice small.
They both turned to you—then back to each other.
“Rock, paper, scissors?” Shadow Milk offered with a smirk.
“This is not a game,” Pure Vanilla said sternly. “This is our beloved’s first time.”
“…I call best of three.”
“You are insufferable.”
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.
“Strip,” he said.
You blinked. “I’m already—”
“Him,” he clarified, jerking a thumb toward Pure Vanilla.
“Absolutely not,” Pure Vanilla replied calmly, undoing his robe anyway.
It didn’t 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 Vanilla’s hands bracing your hips from behind.
“Deep breath, sweetheart,” Shadow Milk purred. “We’ll take good care of you.”
And then he slid in.
Slow.
Thick.
Deep.
You cried out, full in an instant, stretched so wide your eyes rolled.
“Ohhh, fuck,” he moaned, hands digging into your waist. “So tight. So warm. You were made for this—made for us.”
Pure Vanilla kissed your shoulder. “You’re perfect,” he whispered. “You’re doing so well.”
You clung to Shadow Milk’s shoulders, sobbing softly as he rocked up into you, gentle at first—but only just.
“Move,” he growled.
And Pure Vanilla did—bracing your hips, helping you ride him.
You didn’t stand a chance.
They worshipped you. Touched you like a prayer. Praised you with every breath. Every time your voice cracked, Shadow Milk’s grin deepened. Every time your body jolted, Pure Vanilla kissed your hair and whispered, “That’s it, darling. That’s it.”
When you came, it was with a scream—loud 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 him—but they weren’t 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:
“My turn.”
Wincing, you were shaking.
Even now, even after everything—your body ruined and stretched and still clenching from Shadow Milk’s release—you 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 didn’t 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 cock—heavy, thick, achingly hard—pressed against the slick mess between your legs.
And he hadn’t moved yet.
He was just holding you there.
Letting you feel it.
Letting you sit there and realize what was about to happen.
'They’re going to ruin me.'
The thought came unbidden, but it was true. They already had.
'I should stop this.'
'I should say something.'
'I should—'
His lips brushed your ear.
“You’re quiet,” he whispered.
You couldn’t answer. You were panting softly, chest rising and falling, your hands shaking where they rested on your thighs.
His hands covered yours.
“Do you want to stop?” he asked.
You opened your mouth.
You should’ve said yes.
Instead, you whimpered, “I don’t know…”
He kissed your shoulder, so softly it almost didn’t register. His arms wrapped around your middle, palms warm against your trembling stomach.
“Then let me help you understand.”
And with that—
He pressed in.
You arched with a gasp, the stretch too much too soon—but he was slow. So slow. Like he was afraid you’d 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. “P-Pure Vanilla—”
“I know,” he whispered. “I know, sweetheart. It’s a lot. You’re doing so well.”
You couldn’t 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.
“Don’t run,” he murmured. “Just feel me.”
His hips rolled up into you, slow and deliberate, burying himself all the way to the hilt.
You cried out—loud and high, your back arching helplessly against him.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” he said against your neck. “Of being inside you like this. Holding you. Filling you.”
You whimpered, grinding down unconsciously. “It’s too much—”
“But you’re taking it,” he breathed. “So beautifully.”
His hand slid lower—brushed your clit. You jolted.
“Still so sensitive,” he whispered.
“I c-can’t—”
“You can. You are.”
Your thoughts were a blur now.
'He’s so deep.'
'He’s shaking too.'
'He’s not calm. He’s not soft. He’s—'
He bit your shoulder.
Not hard. But enough to make you freeze.
“You don’t even realize what you do to us,” he said, voice cracked now. “You walk into our lives. You smile. You try to pair us off like characters in one of your silly stories. And all the while, you’re the one we want.”
Your breath hitched.
'I didn’t know, I didn’t—'
“You never asked,” he said, as if he heard you. “You never looked. But we were always there. Watching. Wanting. Waiting.”
His pace quickened, grinding you down onto his cock, your cunt clenching again, your body too weak to resist it anymore.
“Tell me you feel it,” he said. “Tell me you know it now.”
You sobbed. “I do—I do—I feel everything—”
He moaned, soft and broken, fucking up into you with so much need it nearly undid you again.
“And you’ll remember this,” he whispered, lips pressed to your ear. “Every time you close your legs, every time you think about running—you’ll remember this stretch. This fullness.”
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 bed—there 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.
“Well, well…” he murmured, voice syrup-slick. “You really are adorable like this, pet. All breathless and swollen and stuffed full of love.”
Your cheeks burned. You tried to look away.
But you couldn’t.
Because Pure Vanilla kept you there—his hand on your throat now, holding your head steady so you had to face Shadow Milk as he taunted you.
“Eyes on him,” Pure Vanilla whispered. “Let him see how good I’m making you feel.”
Your lips parted in a soft sob.
Shadow Milk’s grin widened.
“Aw, look at her,” he purred. “Getting fucked like a prayer and still so sweet. So polite. Aren’t you tired of being good, little matchmaker?”
You whimpered. He sat up slowly.
“You want to come again, don’t you?” he cooed, now kneeling in front of you. “I can see it in your face.”
You barely nodded.
He laughed, dark and low. “Of course you do. You poor thing.”
Then he dropped to his knees between your legs.
Your breath hitched. “W-What—?”
“Oh, don’t mind me,” he said, grinning up at you. “Just wanted a closer look.”
And then—
He dipped forward and licked you.
Right where you were stretched around Pure Vanilla’s cock. Right where you were leaking, throbbing, desperate.
You screamed.
“Sh-Shadow Milk—!!”
Pure Vanilla moaned against your neck. “Be still. Let him help.”
Shadow Milk groaned into your cunt, tongue curling under the slick ring where you were stuffed full, flicking and lapping with obscene, greedy hunger.
“Fuck,” he breathed, pulling back just enough to let cool air touch your soaking core. “You’re dripping down him. So fucking good like this. I can taste both of us.”
Your thighs trembled violently. You tried to twist away, overwhelmed—
But Pure Vanilla held your hips steady and thrust up—hard and deep, forcing your body forward into Shadow Milk’s mouth again.
You screamed again, higher, broken.
“Now, now,” Shadow Milk chuckled between licks. “Don’t be shy.”
He flicked your clit with his tongue and you jerked, nearly convulsing.
“Sh-Slow—can’t—”
“You can,” Pure Vanilla whispered, kissing the shell of your ear. “You’re ours. You’ll take all of it.”
You were shaking again.
Every part of your body felt raw—used 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 wasn’t already drowning in your slick.
“Fuck, look at you,” he chuckled against your pussy, tongue flicking lazily at your entrance, lips brushing Pure Vanilla’s cock with every motion. “Mewling like a little whore. Bet you’d let the whole court watch if we asked.”
You gasped, blinking down at him through dazed, teary eyes. “S-Shadow Milk—”
“Oh, hush, sweetheart,” he purred. “Don’t act shy now. You’re already ruined. Might as well admit you love being our toy—”
“She is not a toy,” Pure Vanilla said, voice like ice.
Shadow Milk licked a fat, lazy stripe up your slit, eyes glittering as he stared up at you. “She doesn’t seem to mind.”
Your thighs trembled. “W-Wait—don’t f-fight—”
“Oh, we’re not fighting,” Shadow Milk said smugly. “He just hates that I make you scream louder—”
And that was when Pure Vanilla’s hand shot forward.
No warning. No patience. Just a sharp grip into Shadow Milk’s silky hair from behind—and shoved his mouth down.
Hard.
Directly onto your clit.
You shrieked.
Shadow Milk groaned—startled, then delighted—his mouth completely engulfing your swollen, overstimulated bud, tongue circling viciously now as Pure Vanilla held him there.
“Do your job,” Pure Vanilla growled above you, his thrusts never faltering, his cock grinding up into your most sensitive places. “Since you’re so eager to talk, let’s see how well you listen.”
You screamed.
Your back arched violently, hips jerking forward as Shadow Milk’s 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.
“P-Please—!! I— I c-can’t—!!”
“You will,” Pure Vanilla said, voice shaking now, feral and low. “You will.”
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 time—
And you snapped.
Your vision went white.
Your scream was primal.
You squirted—hard—gushing helplessly, soaking Shadow Milk’s face, your thighs, Pure Vanilla’s 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 it—moaning, 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, “That’s it, darling. Let it go. All of it. Let us have it.”
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.
“See?” he purred, licking your juices off his lips. “You’re ours. All over again.”
...
You didn’t 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 way—every 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 couldn’t 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.
Mostly because your thighs twitched just from remembering.
“I brought water,” Pure Vanilla said softly, reaching behind him for a small crystal goblet. He lifted it to your lips and tilted it carefully. “Small sips.”
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.
“Open wide,” he said.
You gave him a tired glare. “I’m not a baby.”
“You’re ours,” he countered. “Close enough.”
You huffed—but 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. “You were perfect.”
“…You guys are insane,” you muttered, cheeks still flushed.
“You didn’t seem to mind last night,” Shadow Milk murmured.
“Or the four times you came,” 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.
“Where are you going?” Pure Vanilla asked softly, chin still resting on your head.
“Nowhere,” you whispered, cheeks hot.
Shadow Milk yawned into your chest. “Good answer.”
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 again—quiet little tears of overwhelm and softness.
They dressed you slowly, but never let go completely.
And later, when you finally, finally managed to ask, “Are we… really together now?”—
Pure Vanilla only smiled and pressed his forehead to yours.
And Shadow Milk whispered, “Oh, darling…”
“You were never not ours.”
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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
oh, how you hated him! you knew he was mean, but you never thought it was to such an extent...
not letting you move, even though he was so close to your g-spot. he said he'd let you once he was finished going over some paperwork, but... he's taking forever! it's just not fair.
your shift your thigh ever so slightly. (you've been good for how long now? don't you deserve a little friction?)
the jester notices it instsntly and clicks his tongue in response. "ah ah ah- didn't I tell you to sit still?" he looks at you with lidded eyes, a faint expression of some sort of twisted amusment present through them.
"shadow milk.. you're s'mean to me... you're taking a long time on purpose-"
he grins at you, pressing his forehead to yours. "it'll only take longer if you keep distracting me like this... c'mon, it'll be over soon. just behave for a little while longer, yeah?"
hah! a little while longer my ass! knowing him, he'd probably continue stalling until your breaking point... the thought made you pout.
"what's that look for?" he asked, only to be met with your stubborn silence.
how unfortunate... he prides himself on getting reactions out of you, you know?
he presses a hot kiss to your collar bone, lightly sucking on the dough.
just what did he think he was doing? was he expecting you to sit still during this as well?
"mmph- shadow milk--" you grind your hips. (you just couldn't help yourself! not when you've been stuffed full for nearly an hour now...)
he places a hand on your knee, preventing any further movement. "that wasn't permission to move."
you can't help the whine that escapes your lips. "you're not being fair..."
he scoffs at the statement. didn't you know that he wasn't a fair man? "punishments aren't supposed to be fair. now stop moving, 'kay? i promise i'll be done soon..."
Pure Vanilla
"you... ah- said you were inexperienced!" you muster through hot breaths, hair sticking to your flushed face.
he spread your already soaking folds with two fingers, thumb resting on your bud. "mmm, but I am..."
one of your legs rests on top of his shoulder. he presses a kiss to your thigh, slowly moving closer to the spot where you actually want him to be.
(he sure was taking his time... there's no way he didn't know what he was doing to you!)
he places a kiss right on your cunt, and you can feel his hot breath at your entrance. still, he doesn't give you what you want.
"hurry up already..."
pure vanilla can't help but chuckle. "so impatient..." though, he obliges. he quickly darts his tongue in and out of your clit; its only purpose to get you even more on edge.
and before you can even say anything else, he pumped both fingers in, setting a steady pace. oh- and the way his tongue circled around your clit;
once... twice.. fuck! it drove you insane.
your mouth fell slack, unholy moans falling from your lips. tufts of his golden hair became tangled in your fingers as you grasped it.
of course, he didn't mind. it was only a sign that he was doing his job right. "ngh- pure vanilla-" you managed to choke out between moans.
he looked up at you, mouth never leaving your pussy. "mmhm?" the sound only worked as extra stimulation as it vibrated throughout your body.
what were you even asking for again? you couldn't even remember over how good the blonde was licking you up...
oh, it didn't even matter anyway! so long as he kept sucking on your cunt, you couldn't care less.
Affogato
having you here between his legs... doe eyes looking up at him-
it turned him on much more than he'd like to admit. your tongue licking the slit of his already leaking tip...
he sucked in the cold air through gritted teeth. he wasn't supposed to be getting so worked up over this, but the intoxicating feeling of your mouth on him was a pleasure he found much too enticing.
"you feel so fucking good, baby," he'd say, more labored breaths spilling from his lips.
how strange... the royal advisor was never a person to use such foul language. how did you manage to pull that from him?
you took more of him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his length and wrapping your hand around what couldn't fit into your mouth.
he grinded his shoe against your clothed entrance, trying to give himself at least some edge in this interaction...
he swore that he held more power over you, and he desperately wanted to prove that fact to be true.
"come on, don't you want me to touch you? don't you want my fucking hands on you?"
he became so desperate like this... so much for holding power over you! oh well, he was always a bit of a liar anyway.
each flick of your tongue sent another shiver up his spine. god, how were you so good at that?
he grabbed a fist-full of your hair and pulled you further onto his dick, gaining a gag from you.
oh how he loved the tears that picked the corners of your eyes!
though, he loved your mouth on him so much more...
hed try to overstimulate us and overstimulate himself in the process sighhhh hes going at it till it hurts for him to cum but it's so good that he just can't stop
🌀 A/n: classes r finally over and now i can lock in and write again i love my life
Shadow Milk Cookies' moans rise up an octave as his dick slides deeper into the soaking mass of your pretty cunt. you've long since lost count of how many times you've both cum, but he barely stutters before pushing himself impossibly deeper. you've been going at it for what must be hours, as your lover was absolutely certain that he could overstimulate you before losing control himself. however, he seems to have overestimated his abilities, as you can already see his mocking facade beginning to crumble in pleasure.
the nasty squelch of your cunt clenching around his cock with each thrust overwhelms your senses, accompanied by the vast assortment of profanities spewing from Shadow Milk Cookies lips. with each dutiful thrust inside your aching pussy, a newfound rush of curses and whines emerges from your lovers' mouth, gracing your ears in his lack of decorum. the usually so-composed and mocking Beast of Deceit was practically crumbling above you, spewing wanton nonsense as he fucked you both stupid.
sly hands trail up his back and tangle in his hair, giving a sharp tug and pulling his head back. he's got you pinned down to the bed, but the exposure of his neck grants you newfound opportunity. you lean in and press wet, sloppy kisses over his collarbone, traveling upwards to the curve of his jaw and the hollow of his throat. Shadow Milk Cookie hisses softly as you nip at the junction of his neck, his hips suddenly rolling languidly against yours as his thighs tremble. your met with the unmistakable sensation of being filled as Shadow Milk Cookie cums again, his entire body quivering as his release washes over him- and yet, he doesn't stop. he fucks his seed deeper and deeper into your cunt, moaning girlishly as fat tears trickle down his cheeks. the mess between your legs is a sight to behold, with both of your fluids smudged across your thighs and stomach.
"hhah- hnghh fuck, sso- sso fucking- ngh- soaked..." Shadow Milk mumbles incoherently, barely pausing as he slams his mushroom tip deeper inside of you. you let out a mewl of pleasure, squirming in his hold as his hands hook beneath your thighs, throwing your legs up over his shoulders and effectively folding you in half. the new position allows him to reach impossibly deeper, and you feel as though your mind is turning into mush. still, you manage to retain a bit more coherency than your lover, who babbles and mewls as you clench around him.
Shadow Milk Cookie stares at you with hearts practically floating in his eyes, unrelenting in his thrusts. his abused cock pracically burns with overstimulation, but he won't- can't stop. you feel so good, like you both are meant to fit together, and if he could spend eternity's fucking you into oblivion, Shadow Milk Cookie would. he craves you like a starving man craves meat, and his eyes glimmer with dangerous affection.
"you're.... mine." Shadow Milk Cookie slurrs, voice cracking with need as his cock twitches and sputters inside of you. barely coherent, you nod, tears brimming in your eyes as you reach what must be at least your tenth orgasm of the night.
"ffuck- Sh-Shadow Milk," you hiccup through tears, to which he sneers condescendingly. however, he can't exactly tease you, considering his state is objectively worse.
as his hips continue pistoning against yours, you begin to squirm, not sure if you're trying to pull closer or further away from the painful pleasure wracking your entire body. Shadow Milk Cookie notices almost immediately, and pulls out almost all the way before slamming his cock deeper inside of you.
"i g-guess you didn't hear me, hm?" he sneers between moans, two tones eyes bearing directly into yours. "hhah, silly little poppet- you're m-mine,"
you nod, whimpering as you stutter out a slft "m' yours !" the sound of your confirmation makes Shadow Milk Cookie let out a loud moan, before reaching his peak one final time. his spent cock barely even cums, instead just wracking him with pleasure. in one swift movement, your partner removes your thighs from his shoulders at the last second before collapsing atop of you, utterly spent.
the both of you lay in silence for a few moments, absolutely covered in slick and sweat. your practically shaking as your head swims, barely aware as Shadow Milk Cookie slumps against you. the room reeks of sex, and your cunt and thighs burn in pain, Shadow Milk Cookies cock still sheathed deep inside you.
"mm... don't fall asleep yet, w'gotta clean up," you mumble to no avail as Shadow Milk Cookie pouts, letting his eyes flutter shut. technically, he doesn't even need sleep, but he loves nothing more than pissing you off.
"hush, fool," he grumbles, poking you halfheartedly as you glare at him. "m' tired. if you want to clean up, you can."
"... im gonna get you." you grumble, pinching his sides in exasperation, causing him to yelp. you immediately find yourself pushed off the bed and onto the floor, and you screech as Shadow Milk Cookie laughs.
"you should know better to provoke me, doll," he coos condescendingly, and you groan. "now crawl back up here, will ya? it's dreadfully cold without you."
you flip him off before doing exactly as he asks, and Shadow Milk Cookie giggles softly as you curl up beside him. "aww, i guess you really do like me!" he teases, and you groan, shoving your head into a pillow.
"just shut up," you grumble, muffled by the pillow currently engulfing your head.
"how cruel! being shushed by my own lover- the horror!"
"goodnight, Shadow Milk."
your eyelids begin to flutter in exhaustion, and it isn't long at all before sleep claims you. however, just before you drift off, you swear you hear a soft whisper of "goodnight, my poppet" in response....
🌀A/n: sorry if this sucks i genuinely have been unable to write for like the past few months UHRRHHRRHRHG i am having such bad writers block its genuinely killing me. on a lighter note !!! things have been looking up a lot for me irl and classes r finally over! and then. on top of that. not that many of u are interested in my romantic escapades but lemme just say i think a girl ive lowk liked for a while is into me too... URGH pls god let me have this beautiful brown eyed butch i promise i wont fumble this time i can handle it
feeding all the people thirsting for this flavor of smc, there is never enough nsfw for him </3 enjoy the food.
Written before Beast-Yeast Episode 14, I will update if there’s anything that contradicts his character. I’m also open to feedback, I’m still trying to get a grasp of his personality! I hope that I’ve done him justice so far. This is my first public post.
More proof-skimmed than proofread, my bad if there are mistakes!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
It’s most likely that he’s the one needing aftercare, as he not only has low stamina by default, but he’s almost always stressed from the pressure of his position as the Fount of Knowledge.
Just small talk and cuddles would be enough for him, but he’ll be head over heels if you do get him snacks, a drink, or shower with him afterwards.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Fount’s favorite part about his own body is definitely his mouth. It has so many different uses besides being his tool for sharing knowledge! He loves using it to go down on you, and if he’s comfortable enough (or if you’re fucking him hard enough), he’ll moan nice and loud for you <3
If you have boobs, they would be his favorite body part of yours. They’re comfy pillows, amazing stressballs, and they make you feel good if he touches or sucks on them!
If you don’t have boobs, then his favorite body part of yours would be your hands. Hold his face gently and he’ll melt right into them. Or hold his hands while you ride or fuck him and watch him get more visibly flustered and aroused.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Fount’s cum is thick, creamy, and abundant, from how pent up he often is. Has a faint taste of blueberries.
He doesn’t have a preference for cumming inside or outside of you, it’s on you either way and that’s enough for him. On the other hand, when you’re topping, he does prefer that you cum inside of him. He likes to carry a bit of you inside of himself when he’s too busy to see you during the day.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Fount loves to talk during sex. It doesn’t even have to be dirty talk, he loves talking to you no matter what you both are doing. For him, there’s always so much to talk about or to catch up on. It may be somewhat awkward asking how his day has been while he’s balls deep inside of you (or the other way around), but it’s actually the best opportunity he has to talk with only you, and no interruptions. The only other times he does get to have you to himself would be if he snuck out on a date with you, but he can’t always do that when cookies constantly need him to guide or advise them on their daily lives or problems.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
We know how lonely he is and how most cookies view him with some level of contempt or doubt. With how frustrated he is with the other cookies, it’s likely that sex was the last thing on his mind as well.
But just because he was a lonely virgin before meeting you doesn’t mean that he has a few tricks up his sleeve — he’s known as the Fount of Knowledge, after all. ;)
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary most of the time; he likely doesn’t get much of an opportunity to see your face, because of how busy he is with answering the questions of many curious cookies.
But he doesn’t mind the intimacy and closeness of spooning either.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Fount is dead serious for the first few times you do the deed, but he gradually loosens up as he realizes that he can be more vulnerable with you and you aren’t as judgmental or critical over what he does as other cookies would be. He would become more comfortable expressing himself and being more silly if you would joke and play around as well.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Curly, blue, and speckled with stars. He doesn’t shave, but he does keep himself well-trimmed.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Definitely has a heavy preference for love-making over fucking; it reminds him that he’s more than just a tool, more than an encyclopedia for cookies.
He’s always romantic with you in some way if he’s topping. He doesn’t want to scare you away — he wants to make sure that you know how much he does cherish you and your relationship. He also needs you to reciprocate that — it doesn’t matter if you’re topping or bottoming — he needs the reminder that you do love him for more than just the sexual gratification he provides for you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Fount feels incredibly ashamed of himself when he does feel the need to touch himself — sometimes, the fear of anyone catching him in such a vulnerable, depraved state is enough to make him forget about his arousal in the first place. He needs a private place where he cannot be interrupted before he can even think of masturbation.
He has masturbated before meeting you, but it was more out of curiosity or for quick relief than for sexual pleasure.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Fount is very experimental and open for trying any kinks as long as it doesn’t physically or mentally harm him or you.
However, he would prefer you bringing any up instead of him. He’s too embarrassed to talk about his own kinks. You’re going to have to figure out what gets him off the best through trial and error.
He’s generally more submissive. He decides things for cookies every day, and he needs a break from that — letting you take the lead allows him to wind down.
I’ll elaborate further about his kinks in a future separate post. Here’s the list for now:
- Overstimulation (giving/receiving)
- Bondage (giving/receiving)
- Praise (lean towards receiving)
- Body worship (lean towards receiving)
- Roleplaying
- Sensory deprivation (lean towards receiving)
Fount may have some interest in more extreme kinks (ones that may require a safeword), but they aren’t really on his mind until he’s at his breaking point and he corrupts into the Shadow Milk we know and love.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Sex is very special and intimate to him. He prefers to keep it in the bedroom, where neither of you can ever be bothered or interrupted.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Fount is very big on praise. It means so much to him, even a simple good boy can get him off or raise his confidence.
He also loves to hear your noises, it’s proof that he is pleasuring you properly.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
No degradation towards Fount, he already struggles enough with his self-esteem. He doesn’t mind doing it to you if you ask him and ensure him several times that you’ll be fine, though.
No hitting him either unless you’ve discussed in detail before trying it. An occasional spank or tap is fine, but he’s rather frail and he’s already letting his guard down during sex. Don’t betray his trust.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Fount prefers pleasing you first. Talking is not the only thing his mouth is good at~
It doesn’t matter what you have down there. He’s going to devour you either way. He does have a gag reflex though, so let him take you in at his own pace.
He won’t ask for it, but he does love it when you return the favor by eating him out or sucking him off.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Fount prefers slow and sensual sex if possible. He wants to savor his time with you and make the most of it. It feels much more intimate that way.
He doesn’t mind the occasional fast or rough sex if he manages to get into the mood for it (when he feels like playing around with kinks) and only if you’re up for it as well.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
It’s convenient if you could find a place to do one, but he does prefer taking his sweet time and full sessions in the bedroom.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Anything that isn’t harmful to you or him is on the table, you only need to ask him about whatever it is first before trying anything.
Trying to do the deed anywhere outside of the bedroom or home though is another matter — you’ll have to convince him that neither of you will actually get caught. His reputation is already teetering on the edge with how many cookies doubt his words, he cannot afford being known as a pervert on top of that.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Fount would last two rounds max. He’s exhausted most of the time, and it doesn’t help that he’s naturally physically weak.
He’s calm and composed until you start cuddling up to him, kissing him, and praising him a lot, which arouses him and gets him to reach his orgasm easily. The more intimacy and displays of affection, the better. He really needs that love after having to deal with so many ungrateful and ignorant cookies.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He’s very experimental and curious by nature, so it wouldn’t be surprising that he can have a large variety of toys ranging from multipurpose ones such as vibrators, to more niche ones such as sounding rods. It’s mostly for you, but he doesn’t mind trying them on himself if you ask him to.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
If he’s in a playful mood, he could make you beg before he does anything to you. But typically, he’s quite generous with providing you pleasure — it’s much more rewarding for him to make you moan and get you off… for now. He may or may not grow a little more sadistic in the future.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Fount is naturally loud, but he’ll try and quiet himself with a pillow or with his own hand. However, if you keep encouraging him and assuring him that you don’t mind his noises, he’ll try his best to avoid hiding them.
If he’s topping, there will be the occasional sigh or grunt that slips. If he’s bottoming, his whines and whimpers are always inevitable, no matter how hard he tries to hide them.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Even if you don’t tell him much about your preferences or what you like, he will know and learn from his experiences with you. If he notices that you don’t react as much to a certain petname or area he touches, he’ll do it less. On the other hand, if he notices that you moan a little more or louder than usual upon doing something or if you get visibly more aroused, he will do what triggered it more often.
Fount is always experimenting with what seems to get the most positive reactions out of you. He’s constantly studying you, even in bed.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
The fun part is, he can be any size you prefer — he loves to make use of his ability to shapeshift. But naturally? He’s a modest 4.5” or so. He doesn’t really mind, having a big dick isn’t the most comfortable thing anyways; it’d be awkward in his usual outfit.
Bonus: When he has a cunt instead, he can also adjust its depth to accommodate for your size. His clit is long and big for you to rub and stroke if you want to give him extra pleasure. His insides are amazingly soft and velvety, like a fluffy, warm blanket, and he gets easily wet for you.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Fount’s sex drive is moderate; he does yearn for you, especially on days he hardly has the opportunity to see or speak with you, but sex doesn’t make up too much of your relationship; it’s only one of his many ways to bond with you and show his love for you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Fount easily falls asleep because of his low stamina, but he’ll likely force himself to stay awake to spend more time with you. You’ll have to gently remind him to rest and reassure him that you don’t mind if he needs sleep, or force him to sleep by also sleeping.
ᴀ / ɴ : ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴍᴜᴛᴛʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢʏ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇᴇᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱꜱꜱ !! ɪ ʙᴇɢɢɢ ! OMG I FORGOT TO CHANGE THE PARINGS THING WHY DID I NOT SEE IT
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" Oh, now, wouldn't you know? "
The soft sensation of the Beast of Deceit grazing his thumb against your lower stomach as he looked down at you with a smug grin on his face. His other hand rested against your thigh as he held it close to his waist, making sure that you didn't squirm or escape his grasp.
His cyan-toothed grin stretched wider, his eyes trailing down to the bulge that slightly poked through your skin. A light purr rumbled from his chest as he pressed his thumb into the bulge, rubbing it up and down in a circular motion.
" It looks like I've really outdone myself this time! " His eyes widened, taking in the sight of how his cock was causing an indentation on your being.
You gasped, biting your lip to hold back the moans that threatened to escape your mouth. He let out a low chuckle as his dual-toned eyes locked onto yours, watching your facial expressions as he played with your stomach bulge.
It wasn't hard for you to tell that he was finding clear enjoyment in this, but what exactly was going on in that head of his? Didn't he know you had needs just like him?
Ones, in this case, that mainly consisted of him plowing into you as the two of you came undone together, holding onto each other's bodies without a care in the world?
His hips were still instead of inmotion, leaving your walls wrapped around his cock like a warm, soft blanket, squeezing him tighter as he rubbed the covered tip with his thumb. The Beast of Deceit's eyes narrowed at yours, taking clear interest in how you seemed sexually frustration by his actions.
" You can feel it, don't you? How I'm causing that bump in your stomach? " He spoke, his voice low and smooth, like velvet. You whimpered softly, your body twitching from the slight movement.
" Oh, who am I kidding- Of course you can! " Shadow Milk sung happily, the eyes decorating the inside of his hair looking more gleeful than normal.
His eyes widened, a devious smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as his ears perked up, hearing a quiet squeak escape your lips. His hands traveled upward to your hips, his claws gently scraping against your soft dough.
You shivered, your body feeling warm. All you wanted him to do was just pound into you, thrusting deep inside of your guts over and over again.
But no, he didn't.
He's taken it upon himself to tease you relentlessly, while still being balls-deep inside of your cunt, leaving you a squirming and whiny mess as you tried to get him to continue where he left off.
It almost felt like your wishes came true when his hips began to move again, rubbing his cock against your insides and hitting your sweet spot, earning a few moans and whimpers from you.
However, just as the knot in your stomach began to tighten again, it quickly went away as Shadow Milk Cookie stopped his already-soft thrusts.
" Hm, What's wrong? Did you want more from me already? " He purred, his voice a mixture of sensual and smug. He knew exactly what he was doing. You couldn't say anything back to him, all you could do was just lay there and try to keep yourself from squirming around too much.
" It hasn't even been an hour since we've started and you're already so eager for me. . I can't help, but feel proud. " Shadow Milk Cookie hummed, a low purr rumbling in his chest as he continued to rub your stomach bulge. The pressure made his cock twitch, his length pushing against your insides.
" Such a. . needy cookie, taking me fully inside like it's nothing. " The jester chuckled, leaning down and peppering the side of your neck with kisses. His kisses slowly turned into small nips, leaving behind red marks and a few light bruises on your dough.
You tried to bite back a moan, but a whimper slipped out instead. Shadow Milk Cookie smirked, his eyes glinting mischievously.
" What's the matter, doll? Cat got your tongue? " He hummed, his hand traveling down to your inner thigh. You shook your head, another soft moan slipping from your lips.
The only noise that came out of him in response was a purr as his hand moved down to rest against your leg, rubbing your inner thigh in circles.
Guess you were staying put in this position, laying completely still on your shared mattress without him thrusting inside of you, for a while, huh?
Truthless Recluse between your legs, eating you out/sucking you off. He's going slow and steady, savoring the flavors of your juices/precum. . . Till all of a sudden, Shadow Milk comes out of nowhere and pushes TR like "Out of the way! It's my turn!~" then proceeds to eat you out/suck you off like his life depends on it, his tongue mercilessly lapping at your folds/taking his whole cock in your mouth
. . .
Now which sounds better?
For the sake of my sanity reader has a pussy (sorry guys it’s my default).
MDNI
Anywayyyyy, the two of them have VERY different styles of pussy eating, and they bicker about who you like better all the time. It’s hard to chose though, they both excel at what they’re good at, and they both cater to different needs.
Starting with TR, he’s definitely more the type to take it slow. It’s not as though he has any reason to go slow, he doesn’t really care to draw it out, that’s just how he is. Part of it carrie’s over from before he became TR, Pure Vanilla was always the kind to be sweet about things.
Truth is, Truthless Recluse goes slow because he’s greedy. He wants to take and take and take from you for as long as he can. He’ll press warm kisses to the inside of your thighs, dragging them across your dough, because forbid he have to remove his mouth from you. He’ll take his time with one, breathing over your pussy for a moment before doing the same to the next.
His eyes are shut tight the whole time, uncharacteristic for him, but once he gets to the main course they lock onto you. He almost always starts by licking a long wet strip up you. Starting from your dripping hole all the way up to your needy clit. He shudders at the taste, feeling as if he’s in heaven, you are divine on his tongue. Once he starts, he can’t stop himself from taking more.
Another slow lick right up to your clit, then he takes the bud in his mouth and sucks. He sucks and rolls his tongue over the sensitive little nub, relishing in the way you cry out his name. He’ll let you do what you like, squirm and pull at his hair, it doesn’t matter. He’s steadfast in his pleasure, enjoying the taste of you, drunk on it. His dull eyes with peer up at you with unrestrained possessiveness, drinking you in like you were the last thing he’d ever get to see.
It’s very different from Shadow Milk, who is fast and eager. He does not like to waste time with silly little games, biting you once or twice before diving in for the meal. His tongue being forked allows him to do things most cookies can’t, which aides in making his fast pace feel so much better.
Unlike TR with his slow licks and consistent speed, Shadow Milk is like a mixed bag of everything. His long tongue curls deep inside, able to reach your g-spot with little to no effort. It curls around your clit, stroking it until your eyes are crossed. He can take it nice and slow, but equally he can go hard and fast.
He usually is a mix of both, starting fast and rough, leaving you gasping for air then slowing down suddenly to make you beg for more. The whiplash is part of the experience, it’s what makes everything feel so good. Oh, and unlike TR, he uses his teeth a lot. It’s rare he leaves any marks on your pussy, but he leaves light little impressions. It’s enough to make you jump and squirm.
He likes control, and he’ll fight you for it. If you wiggle too much he holds you still, because he can’t make you feel good if you’re running away. He overstimulates you to high hell, making you cum again and again over and over until you can’t think of anything but him. It’s so different from TR, and back to back sessions make your head loopy.
The both of them together is quite the experience. It’s typical that Truthless Recluse is the one eating you out, Shadow Milk not wanting to relinquish that control over the two of you. So you’ll be settled between Shadow Milks legs, back to his chest, while his hands keep your legs open for TR.
TR keeps his usual pace, slow and steady while Shadow Milk plays with other parts of you. He’ll cup your chest as TR hums against your hole, the vibrations making you lightheaded and weak against Smilk. He guides TR verbally through the process, telling him what to do and how you like it. TR doesn’t really listen much, but you seem to enjoy it so Smilk doesn’t reprimand him too much.
He can only take so much of it before he gets bored, though. TR is too sweet and slow on you, the show gets lame fast. So, he grabs TR by the hair and pushes him against you, forcing him to go the pace he wants him to. The rough treatment making the cookie moan against you, causing you to squirm uselessly between them. Smilk makes it worse by swirling little circles into your clit, heightening the pleasure tenfold.
He’ll coo at you so sweetly, praising you and TR for taking it so well. But again, there’s only so much of it he can take until he gets bored. When that happens, he’ll tug TR away so he can take the reins of your pleasure. It’s up to TR on whether he stays or not, but he usually does.
He’ll take Smilks spot behind you and watch the way the other cookie works his mouth over you. He’s not vocal, but you can feel the way he watches your reactions, and you can certainly feel the way he enjoys them too.
If you pick a favorite, they’ll both pout about it — though TR is more a dejected sigh than a pout. They both compete quietly to see who can pleasure you better, and it goes on right under your nose. The way they look at each other while they pleasure you is the dead giveaway, like wild beasts challenging each other for their mate, they glare over your stomach as if to beg the other to try better.
Now, when it comes to you giving them head, that’s a different story. But they use that as the ultimate show of who suits you better :)
