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
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
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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 :)
Hmmm this is dough again - You trapped in close quarters with PV as his most loyal knight as you are protecting him from an assassination attempt from mysterious hooded figures.
Dragging him out of the Vanilla Kingdom as fast as you can and getting very far into the shrubbery and trees until you both fall into a hole in the ground. Landing right on top of him. You both seem to be safe for the time being as the footsteps faded a few minutes ago. You warn him to stay quiet and vigilant and you'll find a way out of this as your limbs are tangled together, right into his sensitive ear.
He, is blushing and stuttering from the proximity. But you are unaware of this and claustrophobic, jostling around trying to climb out, hitting some spots of his that made him need to cover his mouth, mortified.
DO WITH THIS WHAT YOU WILL POOKIE
DOUGH AAAAAAAAAAA
I am so feral over this you have no idea, I feel like a dog that was just given its favorite chew toy <3
sorry in advance if this isn’t that good, this took me all day (i haven’t written anything since 2020-2021)
Additional tags: assassination attempt (not detailed), king/knight dynamic, pv has naughty thoughts, pv loves them possessive, knight!reader is a tad oblivious to pv’s feelings/their own sex appeal, might be a little ooc (sorry)
Ship: Pure Vanilla x Knight!Reader
⚠️ MINORS DO NOT READ ⚠️
I imagine that he has been pining for a while, his mind drifting to you and your loyal, endearing mannerisms as his hands reach to pathetically grope and tease himself when he can’t seem to find sleep late at night. It’s appalling to him! How could he possibly imagine you, his most virtuous and faithful knight, in ways that are so explicit he can’t even bear to utter a word of it to anyone? Not even to his closest friends? He’s absolutely ashamed, vowing to never allow himself to take advantage of you like that in any lifetime.
It doesn’t help his situation when he’s suddenly attacked by a group of cloaked assassins, blades sharpened and ready to take down the monarch of the Vanilla Kingdom. But there you are, ever his knight in shining Vanillian armor, longsword in hand as you start defending your king like it’s your life’s greatest purpose.
Your king.
Pure Vanilla shudders at the thought of you claiming him as your own, the vision of your enchanting eyes peering down at him as your lithe fingers circle his soul-jam before trailing further down his trembling body…
Get ahold of yourself, Pure Vanilla!
It reaches a point in battle where too many of the enemies seem to be regaining their strength at concerning speeds, forcing you to take hold of his hand and rush through the streets of the Vanilla Kingdom. Some other knights, that had jumped into action earlier to help you, continue fighting them off to prevent them from chasing after the two of you, but it seems like a few had managed to break free and rush after you.
Heading into the forest in the hopes of losing them, you dodge and weave through the plentiful trees and shrubs until your escape comes to an end. A trap hole that had been disguised by a thick, leafy cover was the unfortunate barrier as Pure Vanilla slips in and tumbles down; bringing you with. One of your arms shoot down and wrap around his waist as the other reaches for the wall in an attempt to dig your fingers into the dirt and slow your fall, which works to a certain degree as you two land a bit softer than he had imagined.
He manages to let out a groan before your hand quickly covers his mouth, effectively silencing any more noises of pain. His eyes widen as he watches you lean your head down, feeling your breath gently brush against his cheek.
“Silence, m’lord. Wait for them to leave,” your whisper caresses his ear and sends a shockwave down his back. He nods obediently and the two of you wait patiently, hearing footsteps close to your area but never coming near the hidden hole. A few minutes pass before you hear the assassins’ footsteps again, this time retreating further into the woods in an attempt to find their target.
You’re in the clear. You let out a sigh of relief, glad to have lost the bastards while Pure Vanilla is preoccupied with the startling realization of the position you have landed in.
“They’re gone, thank the witches.” You glance down at the king with a grimace, “My apologies. This is such a tight space, I shall try to figure a way out of here soon, m’lord.”
“I-It’s alright, you’re not hurt, are you?” His throat feels horribly dry as he struggles to look you in the eyes, all of his nighttime thoughts coming in to burrow further in his mind. You have one leg over his hip while the other rests slightly under his thigh with your crotches grazing each other, though he’s not sure if you don’t care or if you don’t notice because you seem unbothered by your position.
“I should be asking you that, my liege. It is unfortunate that you ended up falling first,” you shift your hips a bit and a zing of pleasure has him digging his nails into the dirt beneath him.
“Hmm? Why’s that?” Your eyebrows seem to furrow at his words while Pure Vanilla’s vision swims, it takes a good portion of his willpower to not buck up against your pleasant heat.
“I am a bit armored, sir. The landing would’ve been far less painful for me than it was for you,” a look of concern crosses your features. “Did you hit your head? You look quite dazed, m’lord.”
“I-I’m fine, just a little frazzled from all that transpired.” He feels guilty for being a tad bit untruthful, a nagging sensation gripping his brain and soul jam, but there is no way he could tell you just how badly he wanted to tear you apart right now. How he wanted to feel your thighs tighten around the sides of his head as you ride his face, your juices messily smeared down his chin and cheeks. Or, witches forbid, how he needed to feel you cream around his cock as you whine out your devotion to him.
“I’ll have the palace doctors check on you once we get back just to be sure, you’re looking flushed. Intensely so,” you take your glove off and press the back of your hand against the side of his face before recoiling in shock. “You’re scorching! I’ll have to be quick, just sit tight, your highness.”
He nods his head as he watches you pull your glove back on before getting to work trying to untangle your limbs, your hips moving occasionally as you test which position would free you both. This feels like a test of sanity to him, every movement has you practically grinding yourself against him and he swears you are doing it on purpose. Yet the focused expression on your face says otherwise, your intentions are purely to try and crawl out of this witch forsaken hole.
One particular shift of your leg has him biting his tongue HARD in order to shut down the whimper that begs to be let loose, his brain screaming that he needs to be out of this dirt coffin already or else he’s going to cum in his pants.
“I know this can’t be too comfortable, my liege.” You give him an empathetic smile, “If any of my movements are causing you harm please let me know.” Fuck, why do you have to speak to him in such a tender tone? He flashes you a smile of his own, though at this moment he feels like a monster baring its teeth at innocent prey.
“I am just grateful I had you with me. Your skills have aided me more times than I can count,” he can’t help but notice the way you seem to beam proudly at his statement.
“Of course! Because my oath I took those years ago will always remain true: I will fight until my dying breath to keep my king safe!”
Awakened Pure Vanilla is a little bigger than you remembered~
Content warnings: AFAB bodied reader with no specific pronouns used, size difference, quite dubcon with reader mostly just being shocked over what's happening rather than explicitly nonconsenting, you are PVs spouse, technically occurs in public but it's only you two, couch defilement, I formally apologise for being shit at dialogue
Pure Vanilla Cookie was always a gentle soul, and it reflected wholeheartedly in his relationship with you. Always patient, always kind, especially when it came to the bedroom.
The two of you even had your first times together, where he'd shook underneath you as you sat down on him, sliding into you smoothly, like a lock clicking into place.
It felt right. He was the perfect, adorable size for you.
Then, when he left for Beast Yeast you missed him so terribly, so deeply.. and yet you couldn't bring yourself to touch yourself without his presence. You knew he loved to make you feel good, so something in the back of your mind told you he'd be disappointed if he wasn't there to witness your pleasure.
When he came back? He was different. Taller, his beauty like no other. A presence, a radiance that outshined all else. To stand beside him was an honor- a fever dream to know he was all yours.
But his awakening posed a problem you hadn't seen coming.
His dick was fucking massive. Every part of him was, really, but especially that log between his legs. Before, he was, well, modest. You loved him and you loved his body, and you were glad he previously could fit into you so easily with… some of the activities you put him up to.
You knew he'd never hurt you. He'd sooner crumble than soil a crumb on your body.
Yet it was hard to not feel intimidated when he first showed his face, sunnier than ever… you could barely keep a straight face because of the very pronounced bulge in his robes.
It should have been flattering– and don’t take that the wrong way, it definitely was– but the idea that he was so openly aroused in public by the mere sight of you set off alarm bells.
Before, he'd been a little more shy in his affections, only letting himself become worked up in the privacy of your own chambers. ‘I'd prefer to not expose any of my subjects to that side of me.’ He'd told you one night, flustered as you curled his vanilla cream hair.
But now, he was absolutely shameless. Proudly displaying his need for you in public– even as the castle servants glanced, mortified by seeing their king in such a way.
On the first night of his return, he'd followed you around like a lost puppy, desperate for a chance to decompress with your company. You still had one more request to polish off before you could retire for the night, and you found yourself in the castle's library reading over some old manuscripts that hadn't yet been modernised.
He sat with you quietly, providing small inputs on the translation. Getting to share such a comfortable silence with you was what he’d been yearning for. Beast Yeast was hectic, and he’d had barely a moment to rest– the cracks still ran deep in regards to the Spire, too.
And well, you couldn't really blame him when the crux of his robes started rising the moment your thigh bumped his. It was innocent- you’d merely been reaching over for a change of ink, but it sent his heart leaping, body temperature quickly rising.
You didn't notice his suffering at first, absorbed in reading over your work while your husband squirmed beside you– in fact, you didn’t until he gingerly took hold of your wrist. You looked over to him inquisitively, gasping as you witnessed him. Flushed just lightly, tilting his head so his hair cascaded down his shoulders like liquid gold.
When he spoke, his voice was low, tentative, but sure.
“Dear… I apologise for doing this but…”
He slowly guided your hand, feeling your stomach jolt as you realised just what the big problem was.
“I need you. Please, may I have you?”
You’re speechless. It feels… superheated, like the scalding surface of an oven. His silky robes slid so smoothly over him, thin enough that you could feel the shape of his cock with distinction. It felt thick, heavy in your palm as you squeezed him, in shock over what you had your hand wrapped around.
His hips tilted forward just barely, chasing the gentle constrict of your hand. Soft lips part as he sighs in content, head falling lax into his collarbone. Robes bundled up around him, inviting as they reminded you of disturbed sheets.
Witches– they barely hid anything. You watched in awe as the bulge swelled, growing harder beneath your very fingertips… and it was big. Sure, he may have been on the smaller side before, but this had just gone overboard. Even though you were only feeling the top of it, your fingers would have no chance of meeting each other if you’d tried.
How did it feel so hot, so heavy? Was he not even wearing underwear? You’re practically jerking him off already with how thin these robes are.
You squeeze him just barely, trying to process just how much you were dealing with here, and found yourself suddenly melded to him. He hooked his arm around your hip, unashamedly taking a fistful of ass as your face is pressed into his generous chest. His hips bucked against your limp hand.
“I'm sorry about this my dear,”
The situation was devolving way too quickly for your liking– he’d slipped off the top of his robes in a fervor, letting it pool around his waist in a bid to free his heated skin. You weren’t safe either, as he lifts you effortlessly and sets you face down on the couch. He wasn’t rough– but there was no room to squirm away from his roaming hands as he kept you stationary with one hand on your shoulderblades.
His warm weight settles atop you, rolling his needy cock against the back of your thighs. Your pants and underwear are yanked mercilessly down your ass, he doesn’t even bother to remove them completely, simply leaving them caught between your thighs. It only made you feel more vulnerable.
You gasp as he grips your hips and gives one heavy grind, sliding the fat base directly against the seam of your lips. You're genuinely afraid he's just gonna try and shove it in– previously, you could take him without any prior prep, but now? Witches, no.
You hiss again as he gives another languid grind, your slick only just barely starting to coat him with how terribly big he was.
“You're so… petite, now. Y/N”
Anybody would be little next to you dude– oh no.
The wide tip presses wholly against your hole, the light pressure he exerted not even beginning to spread you apart. There was no relent even as you wriggled nervously against his hold on your hips, even daring to coo at your nervous sounds.
He simply nudged himself against you, making a mess as his size smears your own slick around like a too-big paintbrush.
“I missed you so much my love. Every night– I thought about you. I yearned for you. I saved myself for you.”
Your heart skipped a beat at the confession. Did he really feel the same way–?
“And… I'm sorry if it's a little cruel of me, but I just can't wait anymore,”
And your heart subsequently drops as you feel the widest pressure you’ve ever felt down there grow, fat tip teasing your tiny hole open. It could barely even start to nudge past the tight ring of muscle, and you grit your teeth as some part of your makeup starts to shift. You’d never experienced something like this, like he threatened to tear you apart and shape you anew.
But, besides for that first opening feeling, and as he pants and whimpers with how much he needs to be inside you, he can't just fit himself past your tight entrance.
There's a pause as he audibly pants, giving a tiny little moan that you knew so well– and unfortunately, it meant he was aroused out of his mind.
You feel cold wetness land on you down there- did he really just fucking spit on you?
Even though it was gross, it was the extra bit of lubrication that did the trick, as you feel the pinching stretching start with distinct horror. You can’t help but give a tiny sob as the tip of him pops into you all at once. The sound of it was embarrassingly loud, and your hips grew weak as you regretfully experienced what it’d be like to sodomize yourself with a soda can.
How could your husband be so cruel when he's so much larger than you? You were reduced to breathy whimpers, begging him to be gentle repeatedly. He didn't even let you go completely limp, holding you up as he ever so slowly displaced your insides with his cock.
Your head hangs heavy as all you can feel is your husband and how cruelly he's shoving himself into you. Is this karma for how thoroughly you've tortured him in the past?
Your head hangs heavy, unable to keep the strength up as though him shoving his cock into you had sapped it all away. All you can feel is him, your beloved husband, and the cruelty he’s putting your body through to satisfy his own needs. Is this karma for how thoroughly you've picked him apart in the past?
Him being so dominant was unheard of in your relationship– being gentle was simply a part of Pure Vanilla. It was ingrained into his dough, and you'd gleefully taken the role of dominating such a darling cookie.
You suppose it was hypocritical to blame him when you’d subjected him to the worst of your own desires.
Sure, you’d been a little mean with it, but did the Witches really think it was an appropriate punishment to give your husband a strong libido and a literal fucking horse cock?
He gave tiny, mean little ruts into your body, fighting against the resistance just enough to not tear you, but still unrelentingly opening you up further and further. You’re horrified to see only a quarter of him has sunk into you.
Witches– You’d really been calling upon them alot tonight. But it was warranted! You’d realised the two of you were still in the library. This was public!
He only smiled at you when you told him with a panicked expression, patting your head like it was just all something he’d planned.
The old Pure Vanilla would never do something like thisssSS-!
Oh-!
With a hiss, he sank several inches into you at once, your whole body locking up praying he wouldn't just shove the whole thing in. Until he bumped into a wall deep inside you, sending you reeling. Oh no way!
Only half of him had fit, and he was shoved right up against your cervix, leaking pre directly into your womb. There's no way he could fit any more!
But he didn't acknowledge that. Leaning over you, he presses ghosts of kisses to the back of your neck. Uttering quiet praise and, most ominously promising you that ‘we can fit the rest next time,'.
It was completely still, only the flicker of candlelight convincing you time hadn't stopped as you tried to cope with being smothered from the inside and out. His hair fell over you like a curtain, blocking your view so that there was nothing in your world but him.
Everything was hazy, his warmth seeping into your body soothing your tensed muscles. There was only so much you could relax, feeling him push against you from all angles.
But the moment's rest was long deserved– if he moved at all right now you think something would actually break.
His skin feels so smooth as he nuzzles into your cheek, pressing tiny kisses to the edge of your lips.
“You feel so lovely… like I've truly come home.”
He claims your lips, using one hand to tilt your jaw up, then shakily breathes out.
“This is new for us isn't it? Normally you treat me so well. Every night in Beast Yeast, I'd imagine you touching me– riding me, so perfectly like you always do.”
His arm– so much more toned then it used to be– slides under your tummy, squeezing just barely into the plush… you could feel just how strong he'd become, even with him exerting barely any pressure.
“I feel close already just thinking about it. Do you think tomorrow night, you could do that for me?”
Witches. He wasn't lying. You felt him pulse inside you in exquisite detail, and shivered as a shock of heat dribbles into you. An omen that made you shiver just thinking how much he'd cum if he was leaking this much already.
Tomorrow night...?
You breathed out, before your voice locked up as he began to pull out.
Bracing yourself on his arm underneath you didn't stop it from feeling like he was pulling out your insides with him. Sticky fluid bubbled from where he stretched you open.
There was no way you could even begin to think about tomorrow when you're not sure you're going to survive tonight.
It was hot. So very hot– the copious amounts of slick that coated him as he pulled out. A lewd mix of his overwhelming pre and your body frantically trying to keep up with what it's being subject to.
You could feel in terrible detail the relief that settles into your pelvis when he pulls out until his tip kisses your hole, ready to shove back in to fill your stomach to bursting.
The poor library sofa… it'd have to be replaced with how badly it had been defaced.
He presses his lips to your temple before breaching you all over again, a slick sound ringing out. His moan vibrates against your skull, barely able to process the pleased sound as he purposely grinds against the deepest part of you.
There's barely any time to rest before he's pulling out again.
Everything about it reads gentle– how he kisses you, and holds your head up when it lolls weakly. But there was no room to be gentle with how big he was compared to you.
The pace he set, ever so slow, felt brutal all the same. In fact– it felt even more torturous as he let you feel every single inch and every ridge of him scraping along your walls.
You reach back and steady a hand on his thigh, the other gripping the couch for your life, feeling how the solid muscle tenses. His neglected robe had pooled over his knees, brushing against the backs of your own as he moved.
“Ng-”
Feeling his thigh shove against your hand as he thrust makes you dig your nails in on reflex, earning you the roughest buck into you yet, a wet squelch accompanying.
“Ah-! Do that again!”
You’ve made a big mistake.
His pace picks up, rocking your body helplessly while giving light hums of pleasure. He had absolutely no right sounding that pretty as he stuffed himself inside you again and again. The raw stretch worsened as your insides ached with the need to orgasm already– your abstinence had not been kind to you, and even the rough treatment was making your stomach feel heavy with the need.
Everything started to buzz around you, witches you were gonna cum– each thrust sending you closer to the deep end as he began to whimper into your ear.
“So, Hn!- wet for me… so beautiful.”
Your walls could barely even begin to constrict around him, and the inability to move only worsened the hold cumming put on your body. But still, you shook underneath him like a leaf as he relished in your body, pressing kisses to your throat as he whined.
“Ah- Dearest! I need more- again, again… haa!”
The heat ontop of you disappears, Pure Vanillas cock slipping from your body and bumping wetly against your inner thigh. You're then yanked backwards, your arms collapsing under the pressure, cheek smushing into the couch helplessly.
He grips the tops of your thighs firmly and holds you airborne like nothing, even holding you one handed for a moment as he notches himself against your pussy and shoves deep unrelentingly stretching you once again.
“It'll be okay– I'll be done soon- just- more… more! more!”
He grew more and more desperate with each plea for more, bucking into you harshly in such a way that you knew you'd be insanely sore in the morning. You feel like nothing more than a toy as he holds onto you like a lifeline, using your body to pleasure himself.
The wet slapping was so deafening, you barely heard him speak.
“Mnn! Gh- cumming soon- you'll take it, right d-dear?”
“Oh, I kn-know you will. I'll give you all of me.”
Fuck.
He's already starting to stutter into you, grinding himself harshly into the front of your tummy. You'd done something like this to milk him plenty of times before– but it was so much more overwhelming having it done to you, your sensitive G spot tortured relentlessly.
And you could feel how much he was leaking and pulsing, he was so close and he was gripping you so hard and-
“Mmnnh! Oh!”
His grip suddenly became vice-like, digging into the fat of your hips and fighting to fit as much of his cock as he could into you. Even as you gasp at the uncomfortable stretching sensation, painful sparks echoing through.
You're smothered again as he returns to leaning over you, his heated stomach pressing into your back. He was moaning way too loud in your ear.
With how taut you're stretched around him, you feel every pulse and the gooey feeling inside you grows. Each spurt inside your cervix makes your body involuntarily clench around him– but with how swollen he's gotten, you barely can.
It feels so… limiting. You can't move, can't clench around him, only let out a little squeal as your body locks up weakly in orgasm.
It barely even felt pleasurable, just enough to throw your mind for a loop as your belly is filled so thoroughly. With how much he's dumped into you, it's begun dribbling down the front of your pussy like syrup. You flinch from the overstimulation as the heat rushes past your clit as it drops in fat globs onto the couch.
He's panting on top of you, shaking as he milks out his orgasm with tiny little thrusts, and you jump weakly with each one. Even the little kisses he peppers to your cheek and lips you can barely respond to.
You're completely limp, even as he shifts you onto your back and lays on his side, leaning on one arm. He had no right to look so loving, after doing… all that. To you. And he still hadn't pulled out! He shifted inside you as he leaned down to kiss you– chaste first, then holding your head to deepen it.
One large hand splayed itself protectively on your sweaty, cum coated tummy. It was then you realised how much he bulged out of you, a slight round bump full of his cock.
He unashamedly felt it over, making you whimper as you're compressed from the outside.
“So perfect…”
He nuzzles his nose into yours.
“Look at that. I fit so well into you– just like I did before, hm?”
It's absolutely not like before!
Another unintentional clench around him pushes out a wave of cum– and makes his eyes crack open just barely to watch how it bubbles out. Seeing his love ooze out while you two were still connected so deeply.
You have to shove him away by the chest as his constant pecks grow more heated.
He looks unbothered, even as you complain about doing this in a library, and how the sofa would need to be replaced and how the hell did it get on the floor?! How do you even cum that much?!
There’s an appalling level of uncaring he never displayed before as he stood, tucking you neatly into the crook of his arm with his cock still sunk up to your womb. You can't help but whimper as it shifts against your hypersensitive insides, rapidly cooling semen still dribbling from you.
He shrugged his robes on, pressing gentle kisses to your teary cheeks, although you swear it was just an excuse to lick the tears away… the care was appreciated none the less. But what you wanted most was to get out of that stuffy library. Whispering sweet nothings to you, he left that miserably defaced couch behind.
Every step towards your quarters was pure torture. Your tummy felt overstuffed, his cock plugging up all the cum he’d stuffed inside you. Embarrassingly some did still drip out onto the marble floors.
You had to pull your own underwear up for some shred of privacy, although with him still inside you couldn't fully cover yourself.
You’re a little worried as to why he hadn’t pulled out yet– and you were craving being relieved from feeling like your pelvis was being pried apart– but you were thankful to not have to walk.
The whole walk you were praying nobody happened to be roaming the halls at night– Pure Vanilla's gait was leisurely, letting you fully feel each step jostle him inside before the next. He walked like he had nowhere to be, while your grip on his shoulder tightened with every corner he turned.
You were about ready to pass out once finally shouldered your bedroom door open and laid you out on the sheets. They were soft, made from the finest cream sheep's wool, having been raised by Pure Vanilla himself, of course.
“My love?”
Oh- you hadn't even realised you were dozing off, so taken over by his heat and presence your brain was actively fighting you for some rest. The days without him hadn't been kind.
His vanilla scent was cloying, more comforting than any cream sheep cotton you could buy.
He ran the backs of his knuckles over your cheek, leaning down to kiss your nose. His full eyelashes tickled you, and you groaned just barely at being woken up.
“We need to get cleaned up… you can't sleep yet. I'll carry you for just a little longer.”
He pulled back just the slightest amount, your own muscles tensing as you feel all the cum plugged inside you start to rush out along with him-
And frantically have to tell him to stop before yet another surface is lost to his virility.
You're glad you picked up on that- although slightly less glad to feel it all squish back into you as he hilts himself again, not so subtly shivering as he teases himself with your pussy.
“Ah-”
His hair tickles you as his head drops, breath shaky. This time, he kisses you properly, too impatient for any decorum.
