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generalotakugamer · 4 days ago

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Hi hi🤭

Hope you're doing well!! I saw u were looking for requests for jcvtu! I was wondering if you could write Kit and reader who are already together and reader knows he's a skin painter but is visiting his home for the first time. Smth like Kit wanted to show reader how the skin making works and what not because he truly trusts them. Reader is obviously awkward and uncomfortable but they listen and ask questions yadda yadda. Maybe also smth similar to ep 9 (I think 😭) when kit made a jentry skin suit. Maybe smth similar with reader

Kinda just them getting closer and reader not judging him for who he is with or without the skin. Srry if this was so long, oml idk how to summarise. Hope you have an AMAZING day/night. And if you can't write this that's okay<3 tysmm

Warnings: fluff(?), established relationship, weird questions, not proofread, jctvu spoilers

Have an AMAZING day/night as well!!!

Quality Time

"So this is where the magic happens." You suck in a breath, "It's got..." Your eyes land on the empty stretched skins on Kits bed, "...personality."

"Oh-!" Kit anxiously shuffles to put away the skins on the bed. "I would've tidied up but I-"

"Don't worry about it, Kit." You run a hand through your hair, "This is new to me but it's part of you, right? Since we're together I should learn about it."

Kit stares at you intensely, a deep sense of vulnerability in his eyes.

"Y-Yeah, this is- it's important to me so I'm glad you care enough to learn." He tucks a piece of hair behind his ear and trails off.

Then suddenly, he clasps his hands together, "First things first!" He reaches for a roll of skin and hangs it on a wooden contraption of sorts, "I place the skin here to make the cutting and measuring easier." He stops and looks back to you sheepishly, "I, ah, didn't really think of what kind of skin I'd be making so... Any suggestions?"

You look around the room and purse your lips. "You could make one of me. If you want, or is that too weird?"

Kit flushes a light shade of pink and freezes, almost like he's buffering.

After a few seconds, he shakes his head and laughs nervously,"No, no- Not at all!" He gestures to the skin, "Please stand here."

You stand there and lift your arms. His expression shifts to concentration and he begins to work his magic.

But you decide to break the silence-

"When you're not wearing skin are you like, naked? Or do you wear clothes underneath the skin?"

-with a really out of pocket question.

"W-What-" Kit drops the paint brush he was using on the skin and fumbles to pick it back up, "What kind of question is that?"

You shrug.

Kit goes to paint another layer of paint on the skin, "Well... When I don't wear skin I'm still decent if that's what you're implying."

He starts to grab items from a container of tongues, teeth and eyes.

You quickly look away, "Let me know when you do the eyes."

He laughs softly, "I already know the color match for your eyes."

"You do?"

"I've thought of them a lot." He smiles.

Now you're the flustered one.

You clear your throat, "When you put on the skin, do you put the eyes on with the skin or do you need to do it after?"

"After, putting them on with the skin would be inconvenient."

"Do you have eyes already there or is sight more of, I don't know how else to put it, a spiritual thing?"

"I can see without the eyes but I- um, I suppose it would be better understood as spiritual...?" He paints on the iris of the eyeball, "You know, I don't really put much thought into any of this. I've only ever thought about what'll make me more human..."

You place a hand on his shoulder, "Thank you for sharing this with me- Painted Skin stuff I mean, it's probably a touchy subject so I'm glad you feel comfortable enough to express yourself with me here."

"I've never done this with someone before, it's strange and..." He holds your hand, "...It makes me feel cared for."

You smile softly, "Yeah, it's nice isn't it?"

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generalotakugamer · 4 days ago

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Request - Hii I don't think your asks are on but I really wanted to request a Kit x reader where Kit sees the reader and instantly is infatuated with her to the point where he gets side tracked on his mission with Jentry and becomes borderline obsessed with reader! Thank you In advance ❤️ @soobins--dimple

I'm gonna try my best with this request I've never wrote for an obsessed character I think nor have I wrote for kit yet so I hope this turns out like you expected!!

warnings - probably spelling errors, might be more f!pov then gn, nothing else I think? Let me know if there is more

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Kit walked into the school as the 'new student'. His only focus was to find jentry for his mission. Well....that was until he saw you.

He say jentry in the hall at her locker and thought it'd be a perfect time to get closer to her since she was alone. Class was just about to start so there was a few students rushing to get there things to get to class on time including jentry as he made his way in her direction.

Just as he was halfway down the hall you were just rounding the corner in a rush to get to class and before he could react you ran right into him and both of you tumbled to the ground from the suddenness of the impact.

you ended up falling on top of him, some of your papers scattering onto the floor as he let out a small yelp of surprise, not expecting to be rammed into so suddenly.

"Oh shoot-- I'm sososo sorry I didn't see you!"

You quickly apologized as you pushed yourself off of him and scrambling to grab your papers in hoped to maybe still make it to class

"It's fine just slow down next-"

He froze mid sentence once he actually got a good look at you, you were stunning. Like no other person he's seen before you were breathtaking.

He stares at you for a moment as tou gather your papers, completely entranced by you before realizing he probably looks weird and quickly sits up. Grabbing one of the lost papers that ended up next to him and holding ut out to you.

"Uh here you go.."

"thank you, sorry again for bumping into you like that. I hope I didn't hurt you with how hard we fell"

You say with a small nerves chuckle as you gently take the paper from him. He thought your smile and laugh were beautiful.

"Nono- it's perfectly fine, it wasn't to bad of a fall"

he said with a small nerves smile. All his usual confidence he had with other people seemed to just vanish as he started talking to you. You quickly stood up once you gathered all your papers and offered a hand to help kit up.

He took your hand after a moment. He quickly noticed the warmth and softness of your hand as you helped him up still admiring how beautiful you were.

You smile at him and you both just stand there silently for a moment till suddenly the bell rings and you both quickly remembered there's still classes.

"Oh! Sorry uh- it was nice to meet you!"

You say quickly before rushing to class

"Wha- hang on-!"

He attempted to stop you but you were already gone.

after that he's been thinking more and more about you then his mission with jentry. He'd instantly notice you in hallways or in the classes you both shared. Even in the school gatherings or events he could find you in the crowd almost instantly.

He talked to you evry chance he got and you both quickly became close friends!

Headcanons cuz I can't think of how to continue~~

As he got closer to you as friend he'd follow you around like a lost puppy

Loves asking about all your likes and interests and trys to learn a bit about each of them, like that scean when him and jentry were eating chips and talking about that band (forgot what it was called lol)

He almost completely forgets about his mission with jentry as he started talking and hanging out with you

He probably switched some of his classes so they'd match yours and trys to partner up with you during projects

Completely fascinated whenever you show him something you like or really even just smile at him 😭

Constantly trys to think of ways to tell you he's not human and thinks maybe he shouldn't tell you cuz he doset want you to see him as a monster like everyone else 🥲

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I hope it turned out like you were expecting!!

Also for people wondering, no this does not mean my requests are open i just felt like writing a bit when they messaged me!! I really prefer getting requests when they are open so plz don't start sending requests through messages to much! Have a good day/night 😋

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generalotakugamer · 4 days ago

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hellooooo!! If you have the time and/or motivation can you write reader finding out kit is a painted skin? Simuler to when jentry found out maybe, but instead of reader being scared/rejecting him we except him? Maybe readers just more concerned if he's hurt instead of the fact he's a demon?

Also js read your latest post with kit relationship hc and loved it sm!! Have a good day/night!

I've literally been thinking about this kinda scenario!!!! Anon you are a mind reader!

Warnings: fluff(?), angst(?), jcvtu spoilers, not proofread

Are You Hurt?

You cough yourself awake, forcing yourself to sit up, "That was-" you cough again, "That was definitely an adventure."

Kit throws himself at you, wrapping his arms around you with an unwillingness to let go. A deep, overwhelming hug that radiates concern.

He breathes out in relief.

You're not dead.

You fall into him, rubbing his back reassuringly before feeling a gooey-ish substance.

Kit flinches and pulls away slowly as the same substance drags you with him before tearing off.

You place your hand on your chest and inspect the substance.

It smells burnt.

Is this his skin?

"Kit...?" You look up at him, he's turned away from you, "Kit, are you okay?"

Kit slowly moves his hand to his face and then tears another piece of his skin off. He turns to face you.

You stare in shock.

He's not.... Human?

But should that really matter?

"I'm not who you think I am."

You cough and try to get yourself standing again.

Kit interprets that as you attempting to run away and he steps forward in panic, "Please don't be scared!"

He sputters out more of his explanation, pure terror in his eyes, "I didn't want to keep this from you but I just- Cheng promised me a soul! And- and then you made me feel like I have one..."

You finally get on your feet.

"Please." He desperately reaches out for you. "I would never hurt you."

"Kit." You move your hand to the part of his face with torn skin and graze it gently. He winces and you furrow your eyebrows.

"I asked if you were hurt." You state firmly.

Kits eyes widen.

"But- I- I lied to you! And I'm not- I'm- I'm not... I'm not human." Tears begin to prick both his human eye and real eye. "Why... Why aren't you running away...?

"That doesn't answer my question." You wipe the tears from his human eye with your thumb, "Are you hurt?"

"I'm- I- No one has... ever- no one-" he tries to form a sentence but can't stop himself from sobbing out incoherent words.

Instead he presses his face into your hands and falls into you.

Without a second thought, you catch him. In an attempt to soothe him you comb your fingers through his hair. That only serves to make him cry more.

Gently, you pull him away from you and he whimpers.

"Sh, sh, sh. You can cry on my shoulder all you want once I'm sure you're okay. Let's get you patched up, Kit."

You hold his hand tightly as you lead him out of the fire.

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generalotakugamer · 5 days ago

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pt 2 cuz so many ppl asked!

Part one

ok fine so maybe he isnt adverse to lavender BUT you still have a demon problem on your hands! sure he hasn't hurt you, yet, but all demons are waiting for their chance and you needed to strike back first!

you happen to see her outside. maybe you were doing yardwork or something when you see a blur of red stumbling about in the bushes. Naturally, you help the woman out, along with getting out that weird jagged contraption she insists on carrying around with her. she thanks you happily and is more than happy to tell you that her name is Grell and she was currently on her way to see 'bassy' but these days he had been hiding from her.

"Hiding?" You repeat. "wait...you’re saying he's scared of you?"

"Yes!" She strikes a pose. "He's terrified that my dashing looks might charm him."

you're not sure if thats the reason...but it is very odd that he hasn't turned up yet. the demon hates intruders, you know what he's done to the last guy who tried to get into the estate. Yet, grell is just fine waltzing around.

No way...he was avoiding of her.

She was your charm!

You take her hands in your own and passionately declare how touched you were by her commitment to winning ("...bassy" ugh it was so hard to say it without gagging) over, and you want to help her. Absolutely delighted, she agrees and you two instantly become 'best friends'.

You invite grell over all the time. she's your friend after all. you two do everything together, practically connected at the hip. You two even have sleepovers together (you're not a big fan of those, considering all what she does is go on and on about how much she loves that terrifying demon).

Your master does agree for Grell to keep visiting when you ask him. He's up for anything that might piss Sebastian off.

"Though, I'm elated this vexes sebastian...are you sure about this? that women is insane." He tells you after you tell him about your 'new bestie'.

And yeah, he's right. its clear that Grell isn't human, but she isn't a demon. and you'd prefer that over Hell.

Much to your delight, Sebastian does stay away. he is no longer lingering around when you're cleaning rooms cuz Grell is right next to you, blabbering about the hot men she saw on the way over here. You dont feel his presence right by your door at night anymore because Grell is in bed beside you...hogging all the blankets that bitch. still! it's working! you feel peace.

until....things go wrong.

eventually Grell starts to slowly put some pieces together. If she's being completely honest...she's not too sure what she ever saw in sebastian. he's hot but...he's also a bastard who has tried to kill her numerous times. and the thrill of lusting after him was starting to get a little old...but you're new.

You care about her. When she's rambling about things, you're humming and nodding along. You laugh at some of the jokes she makes. You tell her how pretty she is...you're just a thousand times better than that nasty demon who nearly got her canned.

"We should get married!" Grell declares.

"Ah," you say, not really listening. "You and Sebastian?"

"No, silly. Me and you!"

...what?

Suddenly your charm becomes yet another supernatural entity that's obsessed with you.

She chases follows you around the manor, telling you the flower decor she wants and what kinds of music she wants to be played. You try to dissuade her with multiple excuses: she's a paranormal entity ("thats alright! i love you for who you are<3"), you're too young to be getting married ("we can wait!"), but each one is just chopped down.

Eventually, you're forced to hide in a broom closet to get away from her. When you glance over, Sebastian is right next to you.

Oh...he was hiding too.

when you ask for a truce…he agrees. You two were in the same boat after all.

"Can't you just...get rid of her?" You plead.

He smiles, but it looks pained.

"Unfortunately, the young master declared that unless that woman specifically bothers him...she is not to be harmed."

You groan, burying your face in your hands.

You should've stuck with the demon butler.

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generalotakugamer · 6 days ago

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~Black Sapphire Cookie

Looks like you'll be getting more visitors soon!Thanks to a certain someone huh…

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generalotakugamer · 6 days ago

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Heeeey! Saw your posts of CRK x reader

(you have all of my favorites there yay!)

So I was wondering if it's not too much...

Like how would the cookies act when they fall in love for the first time?

I love your work! And stay safe and take care!

Thank you! I'm sure which ones you mean but I'll do my top three favorite cookies.

ELDER FAERIE COOKIE:

-He actually takes it rather well. The most mature of the three of them about it. Doesn't mean he wouldn't be surprised. Out of the three of them it would take him the longest to fall in love. He'd only fall for someone who was patient and understanding of his title and the extreme burden he carried on his shoulders,so with his busy life it would both take a long time, and he wouldn't even notice it at first. It'd take him a really, really, REALLY long time to actually figure it out. It also hits him out of nowhere where. Comedically. Like he'd be talking with White Lily Cookie about something and suddenly it strikes him, making him completely stop talking to her confusion as his eyes go wide. "......Oh."

SHADOW MILK COOKIE:

-The quickest to figure it out tbh. He's literally the cookie of knowledge. He's smarter than his chaotic personality let's people to believe. He knows from the moment he falls in love with you and honestly.. He's pretty delighted and goes with it! However his behavior towards you with noticably shift. Clingier, more possessive and overprotective, more touchy like arms around you and hugs- He tries to deny it if you call him out but he's always laughing too loudly and there's a darker blush on his face. You two gradually become an item without really confessing but the first time you call him your boyfriend/husband/etc- He's freezing in his tracks flushed.

PURE VANILLA COOKIE:

-It'll also take him a little while to figure out because of the burden he carries and his responsibilities. In all honesty it's probably Ginger Brace or someone else who points it out to him. "Hey. Do you like.. Y'know. Love Y/n?" "I love all my friends!" "No. I meant like..LIKE like her. Like romantically. 'I want to marry and have baby doughs with her' kinda love." It hits him like a ton of bricks. He's instantly flustered, blushing and unable to look anyone in the eye especially you! He's going to be stuttering and flustered around you for a while after confesses by shakily giving you flowers with shaking hands. He really is too sweet for this world.

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generalotakugamer · 9 days ago

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Think about Aizawa, who walks home late at night with no one around…. Until he feels your presence behind him.

Aizawa, who knows what you are and why you’re following him. He speeds up to feign a chase, when he knows he has no hope of escaping you. And he likes it.

As he passes a dark alley, that’s when you choose to pounce. Pressing Aizawa against the brick as he struggles, pretending he doesn’t crave this.

You swiftly brush his hair to the side, revealing his muscular neck. The noise he lets out as you finally sink your fangs in is absolutely delectable, his pulse beating rapidly from fear and need.

You can feel him clinging to you, his ragged breaths in your ear, your body moving against his just right. He’s given up on struggling, just submitting to you completely.

And oh, your mouth against his neck, greedily sucking all he has to give, and your strength, holding him against the wall even as his knees give out, Aizawa truly can’t get enough.

As his vision grows fuzzy and the pain and pleasure melding into one, he cries in ecstasy as you continue to drink your fill.

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generalotakugamer · 11 days ago

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Happy Father's Day to the blueberry bastard

AU INFO HERE🥛

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generalotakugamer · 12 days ago

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Bumps and Bruises

🍓This was a commission for the very lovely and delightful @thecaptainofcosmichorrors. It was very vaguely based on my mentioning PV and SMC were highly protective in their poly hcs. You were a delight to work with and talk to, and the commission was so much fun to write! At their request, I'm sharing the commission with you all <3 Enjoy!

TW: Blood (jam); Minor Injuries

Info: Commission; Pure Vanilla Cookie x Reader x Shadow Milk Cookie; Angst & Fluff

Word Count: 2.8k

You wouldn’t consider yourself to be a particularly “sneaky” cookie. Average at sneaking around at best, unable to hide most secrets when directly confronted, and mostly straightforward. Especially when it came to your partners, not only was it incredibly hard with Shadow Milk’s monitoring and Pure Vanilla’s incessant hovering, but you just couldn’t lie to them. The embodiments of lies and truths could read you like a book, laying a flat look your way the second a little fib seems to sneak past your lips.

Not that you had a reason to lie to either of them in the first place. Well, usually, you didn’t have a reason. In the same sense, you usually didn’t have a reason to worry about either of them, but that wasn’t the case right now. Not when you were quietly following behind the three most adventurous cookies in the kingdom through a forest, thick trees looming overhead, which should’ve been an omen. Unfortunately, you didn’t take it as one.

When Gingerbrave initially approached you with the idea of “finding a super cool secret relic” somewhere in the nearby woods, you shut him down. There was no reason for you or the young cookie to put yourselves in danger for something that should be left for someone else. Yet, when you saw him, Strawberry Cookie, and Wizard Cookie seriously heading out for it… You naturally felt the need to join them. So that they’d at least have one responsible adult with them.

Shadow Milk might not see the point in it, but it would soften the scolding from Pure Vanilla enough, and you could manage one of them being upset better than two. Besides, you’d missed exploring. The two of them together always had a reason to keep you away from it, but they couldn’t stop you if you were already gone.

So, with a soft smile and a skip in your step, you followed the three young cookies through the dense trees. They were far more capable than you’d given them credit for, honestly. Any threat that came along their path was swiftly dealt with, without you having to lift a finger. Gingerbrave gleamed when you’d called him strong, happy to impress, like any little cookie might be.

It seemed like this little adventure would be entirely harmless, a quick in and out, simple. There were no indications that anything could go wrong until you were right outside the “secret labyrinth” that housed this relic, the kids were looking for. It was subtle, almost undetectable, just a slight shift in the atmosphere. Being with Shadow Milk for so long had taught you to notice little shifts like that, though, pausing your steps as the kids poked around the entrance.

Subtly, you scanned the area around you. The trunks of the trees were thick, allowing for little visual input around them, and what you could see was shrouded in shadows and leaves. Your eye twitches, landing on a point in the distance. You could feel something there, something foreign and unsafe. A threat, even though you couldn’t see it, you knew it was there. You inch toward your weapon, ready to draw and fight whatever it was there, but a little tug on your sleeve breaks your attention.

You look down at Strawberry Cookie, wide-eyed and flustered at the intensity in your eyes. You soften immediately, “What’s up, Strawberry Cookie?”

She gestures to the now open entrance, “We got it open. Gingerbrave charged in without us, and Wizard Cookie ran after to stop him.”

You sigh, shaking your head in annoyed affection, “Of course he did…” You pat her back lightly, “C’mon, let's go before they get themselves in some real trouble.”

You try not to give her any indication that something was wrong, but you can tell she was a little more tense than earlier. You shove her along lightly, trying your best to distract her from your hesitation. There was no going back without all three of them, so turning around wasn’t an option now. For good measure, you look back to that same spot, a chill running down your spine when you realize whatever was there is gone now. Not good.

Tension keeps your back straight as a rod as you follow after Strawberry Cookie, observing the area with care, ensuring that she is safe first and foremost. You silently thank the heavens that Gingerbrave was so destructive, leaving an easy-to-follow path in his wake. The ruins here were surprisingly well-kept, only a little dusty, untouched by the world outside of it. You hear the ruckus Gingerbrave and Wizard Cookie are making up ahead, calming down your nerves a little, reassuring you that they are both well.

“Are you okay?” Strawberry Cookie asks suddenly, blinking up at you.

It takes you off guard, having to shake off the surprise settling on your shoulders, “Yeah, of course I am, kiddo. Are you alright?”

She nods, but then takes a second to think it over, and shakes her head, “I… I thought that I… felt something out there.”

You nod your understanding, patting her head lightly, “Well, if there is anything out there, I’m here. Nothing’s gonna lay a hand on any of you if I can help it, okay?”

“...Okay… Thank you,” she mumbles, retreating into her hoodie.

You smile warmly, the reaction nothing short of adorable. She was such a timid little thing, reminded you of yourself when you were younger. Excited shouting draws your attention ahead again, and you sigh, pushing forward before the two young cookies get themselves into more trouble.

When you find them, they are in a small room, hopping around excitedly like little rabbits. It’s cute how they circle the relic, almost too much energy in their bodies for their brain to handle. You waltz up to their side, observing the shining silver medallion. It was unremarkable, but it seemed like it could be valuable enough, especially if it had magical properties to it.

You pluck it up off the pedestal, holding it up to glint in the torchlight around the room. The three cookies crowd around your legs, looking at you as if it were the most remarkable thing they’d ever seen. Which couldn’t be further from the truth, but you didn’t need to point that out to them. Gingerbrave grabs for it, and you only tease him a little when you pull it up out of his reach before handing it to him.

“Happy kids?” You hum.

They nod in unison, ‘oo’ing and ‘ah’ing at it, not hearing you at all. It was a cute sight, one that you would’ve liked to savor longer, if not for catching something move in the corner of your eye. You’re on edge instantly, grabbing your weapon tightly, stepping forward to shield the younger cookies from the entrance. You’re glad you do, because the second you step forward, the thing lunges forward.

You don’t have time to position yourself to block it properly, and as such, it clamps its jaws into your arm. You bite back a shout, not wanting to curse in front of the youngins, and shove the little monster off you. That’s all it was, really, an angry little cakehound that had wandered in after you. Maybe this was its home, and you were encroaching on its space; regardless, it had gotten a pretty good bite out of your arm.

Gingerbrave, ever the hero, immediately jumps to your rescue, bopping it on the head with his cane. The little cake hound whimpers, scuttering away into the darkness like nothing had happened. Gosh, you were worked up over a little thing like that earlier. You had lost your touch for exploration, far too spoiled now. You shake off the injury, flexing your hand to make sure nothing vital was hurt.

“Alright,” You announce suddenly, “that’s more than enough exploring for today, let's get home before we run into any more vicious little puppies.”

You heard the three little cookies with you out of the ruins, resealing it with a huff, and rushing them home. By now, you knew Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk had noticed the lack of your presence, and you needed to get back and patch up before they sent out a search group. Or worse, they started looking themselves.

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You are within the kingdom's walls for all five minutes before you feel watchful eyes on you. The familiar gaze makes you tense as it roves over your dough, unsubtly checking you for injuries. You pull the slashed arm into your cloak, shrouding it from view, and since Shadow Milk is not physically present, there is nothing he can do to prove that you’re hiding it. You take the route back to your room without thinking about it, focused on cleaning yourself up first, explaining yourself later.

Cookies give you odd glances as you march forward with the determination of a soldier marching off to battle. You practically were. It was your white lies versus the epitome of truth and deceit, it would take quite the battle to get them to back down. You’re already formulating ideas on what to say as you nudge the door to your room open, muttering the potential conversations under your breath, preparing for every possibility.

Except, of course, the most obvious. Jolting in surprise as you run right into a soft chest, steadied by gentle hands that trembled just slightly, as if they couldn’t believe you were still alright. You look up guiltily as Pure Vanilla, who sighs in relief at your grumpy visage. Shadow Milk lies on your bed behind him, smirking, because, of course he was.

“Thank goodness you’re alright,” Pure Vanilla worries, feeling your face and shoulders for injury.

Shadow Milk scoffs, “Obviously they’re fine. They’re not as stupid as you.”

There is an underlying tenseness in his voice, though, nearly unrecognizable if not for how well you knew him now. His eyes keep darting to your hidden arm, then back to you, urging you to do the right thing here. You don’t listen, ego too bruised, and instead dodge out of Pure Vanilla’s hold and scutter over to your bathroom.

“Yes,” You affirm, “I just went out with Gingerbrave and the other little kids for a while. Nothing to be so worried about.”

Though you don’t turn back, you can feel the admonishment in Pure Vanilla’s gaze. He knows you’re hiding something from your actions alone. You didn’t even hug him to reassure him of your well-being. Why else would you avoid the very common and expected affection if not for some kind of hidden secret?

“Seems like our little cookies telling us a white lie~” Shadow Milk sings, floating over to your side.

He curls himself around you, forcibly turning you to face the very cross Pure Vanilla. Standing with his arms crossed and brows furrowed, the eye of his staff rapidly scanning over your body to find something to zero in on. Shadow Milk taps his fingers along your injured arm, drawing an annoyed huff from your lips and a glare his way. There was no winning with these two when they were united, but you were determined to try for your own confidence’s sake.

He tilts his head at you, turned in at an unnatural angle to keep your eyes locked, “I’ll make you a deal! You can show us that silly little arm of yours, oooorrrrrr~”

He pauses for dramatic effect, neither you nor Pure Vanilla is amused.

“I can pull it out myself!” He hums, patting your head like a little pet, “Seems like an easy decision, right? Don’t you agree, Nilly?”

You turn your head back to Pure Vanilla, resisting the urge to pout and beg him to make Shadow Milk stop teasing you. He stands his ground firmly, gesturing for you to get on with it with a graceful wave of his hand. Three taps on your shoulder are a reminder that you’re not getting out of this. Not without an insane amount of luck.

You give them a heavy sigh, nudging Shadow Milk off your shoulder so you can properly reveal the wound you’d gotten. The cloak slides off your arm, and it looks much worse than it is. It wasn’t bleeding anymore, but the dried jam made a mess of your dough, and the teeth marks look far deeper than they are with the caked-on jam stuck around the injuries. Suffice it to say, you were about to get the lecture of a lifetime.

Pure Vanilla’s eyes fly open for a second, then he is at your side without another word, pulling you into the bathroom. He rushes around to grab the first aid he needs, clearly more flustered about treating you than he would be with a regular patient. While he does that, Shadow Milk curls himself around your back, resting his face against your shoulder. Uncharacteristically gentle hands turn your arm in his hands, observing it with a flat expression.

You don’t know what he’s thinking, but you know that it’s not good when he gets so quiet. He’s probably planning on going on a rampage, tearing apart the forest to kill whatever he thinks hurt you. He doesn’t stop staring when Pure Vanilla nudges him out of the way, swiping the jam away to get a clean surface to work with. It seems to make him relax when he realizes that the injury is mostly superficial.

It’s eerily quiet as he works, the warmth of his magic seeping into your dough, mending the injury from the inside out. His focus is, perhaps, too intense for the severity of the injury. Telling him that would only serve to make things worse, so you hold your tongue and let him tend to you. Shadow Milk watches the skin cure itself, tense until there is nothing left but soft, smooth dough.

They stare at the skin like it personally wronged them for a long moment, blinking back to attention as you flex your fingers, proving that everything was fine. Shadow Milk slides his fingers into yours, further assuring himself that you were alright. Pure Vanilla sets his on top of them afterwards, sighing in relief when you wiggle your fingers again.

“What happened?” he sighs, shaking his head at you.

You frown, “It was a little cake hound, nothing more, nothing less.”

Shadow Milk jumps in now, “And you let it get to you, why?”

“I was trying to keep the kids safe,” you admit, “I wasn’t ready for the stupid little guy to jump out at me from the darkness. Just a misstep.”

“A misstep that could’ve cost you more than a bite had it been anything else,” Pure Vanilla scolds.

“But it wasn’t,” You argue back, “I used to be an adventurer, I know what I’m doing.”

“But you couldn’t handle an itty bitty little cake hound?” Shadow Milk reminds.

You groan, pushing both of them away with a roll of your eyes. You understand the concern, but you’re not fragile. You’re strong, and they both know it. It was frustrating to have both of them constantly undermine you because you are not a magical ancient creature like the two of them are. Just because you can die, doesn’t mean you will immediately from a little scar.

You can’t escape either of them, though, not within the walls of the kingdom. So you only stop over to your bed like a petulant child and pout up at the ceiling stubbornly. Ignoring the way the bed sinks next to you and the warm, gentle body that drapes itself across your side.

“We worry,” Pure Vanilla begins, “because you are far more… destructible than either of us. You could crumble so easily, it terrifies us.”

He sends Shadow Milk a look, and he rolls his eyes, “We know you’re a toughie, but you’re still not immortal. We aren’t willing to risk your safety for anything, you know that, don’t you, Dolly?”

You suck on the words, digesting them in your stomach, and then deciding it wasn’t worth it to play hardass any longer. Your hands slide into Pure Vanilla’s and against Shadow Milk’s face, giving in to the warmth of their comfort.

“I’m sorry for not telling you,” you mumble, “I just wanted to feel free again.”

“And you can,” Pure Vanilla urges, leaning closer to you, “We just want to know what you’re doing. Imagine if something had happened and we had no idea where you were?”

“I know,” you sigh, “I’m sorry for scaring you.”

“You should be!” Shadow Milk shouts, squeezing you tighter to his chest, “Nilly was practically ripping the kingdom apart looking for you.”

“Must I remind you of the tears?” Pure Vanilla pushes back, getting you to smile.

“Next time,” you ease before they can bicker, “I’ll talk to both of you before I run off into danger, okay?”

They nod, mutually leaning down to press soft kisses across your face. Peppering you with affection, worry melting away into sweet love and care. Within a few moments, it’s as if none of the past few hours had happened, easing the three of you into a blanket of comfort and security made of your mutual care for one another.

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https://www.tumblr.com/brittle-doughie/786490997682077696/shadow-milks-korean-va-said-in-an-interview-that?source=share

Bro is screwed let y/n throw a whole table at him let y/n push him down that tower let y/n get violent silly

Shadow Milk, when the mentally tortured individual he brought to his tower starts actually tossing him around like a ragdoll in a bout of rage instead of being a submissive and agreeable Cookie:

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you wrote the beasts in heatyesyes but i can't help but imagine.. beasts x in heat reader please and thank you🙏🙏

Yessss absolutely ive been waiting for someone to ask 👅

Cw and tags: Smut, Afab reader, GN! Reader, breeding kink, manipulation/ toxic behavior, role playing, orgasm denial, implied fempreg/impreg, mystic flours venom does not make a return (earthbread in shambles), lots of biting and scratching, heats last days not like a small one off thing like multiple rounds daily, overstimulation, binding

I cant even lie i locked in for this one

Written pre silent salt update

Mystic Flour

🌾 - She saw how you were forced into this state, against your will, quietly pleading for her in the dark, situated on your shaking knees. The red caressing your dough stood out among the white surrounding you. She’d grant her beloveds wish, it seems you were the only one she’d answer prayers for.

🌾 - “Anything that obstructs your path to enlightenment,” she starts. Sitting you on the bed and taking off your clothes. “I will have to see to it that it is taken care of.” She replied in a way that could be seen as caring.

🌾 - She doesn’t play, she wants to exterminate this ache from you. Though she’d be lying if she did not admit seeing you writhe and whine her name did not give her some enjoyment. She finds your reactions interesting, she’ll test spots that make you shudder and lull your head when her tongue reaches it. By halfway through she has you mapped out.

🌾 - When your movements become an obstacle, she’ll bind you. Your legs bound in a way they’re spread and folded. Your wrists tied above your head with webs of flour white string. You cant move, but she knows when her ministrations become overstimulating.

🌾 - “It will be worse if i do not do this,” she say quietly and leans away from between your legs to let you catch your breath. You’re trembling, no words just panting. You come again, she runs a hand over your face, looking down at you with those eyes. In your eyes, she only sees herself, what you want. It’s worshiping in its own twisted way, she loves it. “The purpose of this is to create life… that i can grant you.” She sounds a little scary as she says that.

🌾 - The heat slowly ebbs from your body, she’ll let you sleep then help you get washed, clothed and fed. She’ll let you hold onto her, leeching off her, admittedly little, body heat or perhaps simply just her presence. Her hand will gently comb in your hair as she completes what she’s behind on.

Burning spice

🏜️ - He knows exactly when you go into heat, he knows and he wont help until you come to him. He wants to see your will power. How long until you’re in his lap digging nails into his dough breathlessly needing him? How long until you’re in admit you need him to ruin you?

🏜️ - He all but dissuades you from trying to mark him. Biting and clawing are all on the table, he’s going to do the same after all. Burning spice wants evidence, battle scars. No one gets the luxury of letting their weapon grace his dough, so how intimate is it that when you’re whimpering beneath him he allows you to let his jam trickle onto you from tears caused by your teeth and nails?

🏜️ - He’ll speak to you as hes going down on you, not that you’re able to respond between being filled and being painfully needy. He’ll give you what you want to hear, how destructive his heir would be, how he’d take care of the both of you. He knows it has an effect, so he’ll continue. He’ll place a hand over your stomach and openly fantasise about destroying anything and everyone to keep you safe while you’re carrying.

🏜️ - He enjoys it when you positively react to him making promises of destruction. He’ll really enjoy it if you encourage it, say you dont want anyone near you or that you want him to scare away anyone who even looks at you wrong and he’ll give you what you want tenfold.

🏜️ - He will not let anyone even near you while you’re in heat, he wants your focus solely on him. If you need food in between sessions he gets it himself, still covered in scratches. Any offer to help would be taken as an insult, they aren’t injuries, they’re trophies.

🏜️ - By the end of it, he’s not spent but he’s definitely gotten a good workout and is behind on his ‘duties’. When all is said and done, the both of you look like you just exited a war zone and had the best couple of days of your life.

Eternal sugar

🌷 - Eternal Sugar views how you act in your moment of weakness as a test of loyalty to her almost. Yes, she’ll be there to help you because it is also an act of love, shes devoted to you, are you devoted to her? Did a chance to leave the garden conveniently present itself just before your heat, and you took it? You strangely find her more distant, she’s busy and you cant get a word in.

🌷 - You’ll become flustered and needy, completely incapable before she comes to you. “How can i help you if you don’t want to be where i can help you?” She’ll ask holding your chin, you take her hand and kiss it fervently and apologetically. “It wont happen again,” she says for you.

🌷 - If you did pass her tests, showing no interest in leaving or even calling her out saying you love her and wont leave, shes the best cookie to spend your heat with. “Do you think about a little one when you’re like this?” She’ll ask while pushing another finger in you. “Does it make you happy to think about? I can give that to you,” she smiles.

🌷 - While sleeping only pauses it temporarily, she can help you rest if you begin to become sleep deprived. She also ensures you’re well fed, its energy consuming to the maximum. Sleeping doesn’t take time off it, the moment you wake up its double, you’re clinging to her pressing sloppy kisses along her neck, her scent is driving you up the wall. She’s the only thing on your mind even in your dreams.

🌷 - What she wants to hear is you asking for permanent marks on your body that stakes her claim. She wants to be given a reason to be possessive, to have another excuse as to why you cant be away from her. If you do tell her to mark you in some way, Eternal sugar cookie will place a symbol of her souljam where it could be easily found, forehead, wrist, chest, anywhere.

🌷 - After the storm clears, she’ll use her time with you to take care of you in the other ways. This one need was taken care of, now she wanted to handle the rest.

Shadow milk

🃏 - Oh he just loves it when you’re burning up and aching and the only thing you want is him, it’s the ultimate ego boost which he certainly doesn’t need. He likes to get just a little too close when its that time, watching your face turn a deeper shade. He can practically feel heat emitting from your body. Any nearby doors will suddenly seem to be missing. “Ooohoho, ive been waiting for this! I have so many scripts I’ve written for us and us alone and so little time~!” He’ll say before summoning a portal and carrying you in.

🃏 - He loooves playing characters in bed, its funner when you’re slowly losing it and unable to keep the act. He’ll be thrusting into you and playing along the story he’s created. With each round you delve further and further into neediness, having to keep track of a new story. You cant follow the role? Having issues delivering lines? You have to wait a little longer for relief, he doesn’t make the rules!(he does)

🃏 - Your input on the characters he plays is the best part, he likes to hear what lines make you get off quicker, what actions make you buck your hips. You can always request characters, he gets off hearing you admit you were into his performances in your time of need. What drives him equally as much is if you tell him you preferred when he’s him, he’ll deny you his authentic self and continue the act but he definitely enjoys it.

🃏 - Id say about just over half way, when it really intensifies, is when he starts to lose energy and you gain it, so you switch. He lays down for a break, you get on top and start to ride him. Hes twitching and moaning, muttering how hes the director and should be in control not you. You obviously have less of a need for breaks, soon the acts begin to drop just in a trance of pleasure and aching. Nothing but the sounds movement and animalistic groans and pants. He’ll speak that with all this work it better pay off, he wouldn’t mind another cookie in the spire.

🃏 - When it finally ends, you’re both fatigued and sore, you can really only snuggle up next to eachother. He’s soft and somewhat quiet, cherish it while it lasts because you officially broke him. He’ll reach his hand into those portals and pull out snacks or extra blankets.

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